Clung to them like a twine,
the unresolved feelings tearing me to fragments,
into a state of nothingness.
How can I resolve it?
When all you do is run away?
From the truth, from me.
You act like we had a feud
that I am the reason you cannot fall asleep at night.
when you are the demon that keeps me awake
when my eyes are begging my brain to rest.
Replaying old memories
while they glitch to cut me.
Brain a hash,
you admire the inch-long gash.
A prize in reward for the broken trust,
the forfeit I paid for my mistake.
I wish it would swallow me whole.
But has it ever been that easy?
For this fate is the cruelest.
The tempestuous current that does not plan to stop,
washing away the sins of yesterday.
Will it wither away these thoughts too?
Do they remember every being that wept in their shore?
Every soul that their tremendous ripple extirpated?
Or do they remember the sinners like me?
who has come for solicit, for their ceaseless mistakes?
Illuminate us to paint a smile on our pale faces
when there isn’t any.
Confined to the dungeon
which I misconceived for a home,
the one that I built atop a throne of your lies.
I was just a pawn in your impious game.
The one that had no avail,
The one that you set aside for ultimate wreckage.
Your ruin will mark my salvation.
And that will be the day,
where I do not wail,
my words would not fail.
And yet I wait for the day to come.
For all I see in my reflection,
is the shambles you left behind.
~si
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PoetryM O N A C H O P S I S the persistent feeling that you're out of place or don't belong. A collection of poems.