But that's neither here or there; this post is about a preview into that "actual project", entitled "Anguish." It will be a collection of poems centering around my very long battle with anxiety, depression, suicidal thoughts, and inability to be chipper most of the time. I'm going to look into various avenues through which I can publish the collection into a book. Eventually I'll capture a visual element to complement the book, and that, along with visual tweaks of the actual literary element when applied to paper, will find its way into another edition.
Further edits for clarity and for the general fuck of it may be forthcoming until the collection actually gets published for good.
Without further ado, here's a preview of "Confinement." Note: this, along with the rest of the collection, was written in free-verse style.
You became blindYour heart wrenchesYou taste gloomYou see no way outYour breaths falterYour heart is in a viceYou recollect lifeYour light dimsYou beg for escapeYou grasp for...somethingYour hope now wanesYour heart begins to breakYou then throw it inYou perceive the endYour lungs collapseYou cannot scream nowYou finally glimpse happinessYou gripe at the prospectYou know the awful truthYou know you are in confinement