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when people ask me about my dark eye circles
I thought I saw something
standing in the darkness
I swear I saw a figure,
watching over you.
I don’t know what it was.
I’m the fragment of your thoughts.
I should fall back asleep
when you turn off the lights
It is back.
I am standing here
I feel the hairs rise on my skin
as I breathe over your body
as if someone is standing over my body.
I put my hands around your neck and
my pulse races, I turn the lights on and
nothing is there.
spring has come early this year, and green
buds of growth are forcing their way out of
five degrees celsius, hard cold bark.
they’re tiny and pathetic,
i could easily snap their necks, bloody chlorophyll on my hands,
make them pay for taunting me.
the snowstorm comes next week, and i envy
their determination against winter,
yet the prospect of freezing to death in this
depression makes me sympathize.
motivation grows within me, and i bury seeds
of Lithium in the soil.
Amanda Wong lives with schizoaffective disorder. She writes poetry to deal with the strange human phenomenon known as emotions and to understand her experiences with mental illness. In her spare time, she blogs, and spends time with her 5 rescue turtles.