LOST IN THE MEDIAN

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a collab with the brilliant Jacqleen

Lost in the median

I feel lost in the middle
Hidden within the median
Overlooked by everyone
Drowning with what I’m bleeding in
I’ve never been a follower
But what’s the point of leading in
I am but words that are worthless
And time wasted of you reading it

People have their own problems
No one truly cares of the ones that have me knotted
I feel like I’m drowning bloodless
Crossing a line they said was dotted
Profuse in agony, not just minor loss that’s spotted

But what happens when writing which was once my air stops being cathartic?
And only furthers my misery because everything that drains from me is carotid

They say find love son and your wounds will be clotted
I’ve thought of it often, but this isn’t the path I plotted
The leaves turn black from that path I’ve trodden
And the freedoms I’ve embraced were the same arms I got lost in

And now my severed ties are reminders of how no one does what they say they will
I am the blood of thousand cut arteries that are all brachial
Lost in the middle because time has the power to break your will
And my words are just reminders to all that the pain went radial
Self inflicted thoughts of an undignified death and burial
Because the passion no longer pumped within me but just sat atrial

The problem stems not from me be being vein, but thinking to temporal
Because everything I’ve given in the past is what I stand on – femoral
And yes, I am a bit territorial because I believe there is more to share than foral
And about how you love giving oral or throwing clichés together making them plural
I believe poetry is more than three fucking words on a line about blue green coral

I can feel this being misread like sural, yet I stand upon everything I said
Invested deep within my legs like crural, the life left within me begs…

Don’t yourself be lost in the median like all the other shit I’ve read
Moved me like a million pounds of lead
Proved to me you’ve suffered
Show me every fucking drop you’ve bled
Because death is superficial and I don’t let it get to my head
I just don’t want to be lost because I’ve spilt every drop I’ve tread
So my confession is this – This is all I have to shed
My last plea to you; don’t let me regret what I’ve pled

Because I don’t regret that I’ve bled poems that are forever lost in the median and have left me anemic
I just want you to digest this and believe it not throw it up bulimic
Circulate within you and inspire you to bleed thoughts not sequester them spleenic
And if one person is inspired enough to change, I know I will have not died ischemic

This was the first edit I did

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