I want to shatter into a thousand shards,
just so I can see it all.
I want my roots to bury themselves,
deep,
into the mud,
just so I can feel everything… or something.
I want for escape,
to breathe the clean and cold air.
I want for absence,
solitude,
without care.
Something is calling,
but I am yet to discover,
the reason why
this soul will not recover.
#Poetry #Existence #Soul #Me
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Lee A. Vockins
Lee is a poet and author from the small town of Newbury in Berkshire, England. His preferred genre is cosmic horror, but he writes and reads across a wide range of material.
He is strong mental health advocate, PTSD survivor and fundraiser for Mind – a charity close to his heart.
In his younger years, he could often be found with a guitar in his hands or diving into a mosh pit, but nowadays he prefers to wield a pen or read. He has an avid interest in philosophy, psychology and technology. When not reading or writing, Lee enjoys long hikes across the countryside, stargazing, music and the simpler things in life.
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