I stare now at a door slam closed,
my body barely composed
staring at the result of my stupidity
my breath suspended and trapped,
understanding now replaced the intelligence I lacked
my eyes no longer clouded by illusions but facts
I will no longer bite my tongue or choke on suppression.
Nothing ever ends poetically,
I just turn the anger and pain into poetry
scouring a silver lining within this cold clarity
instead of what I hoped may be.
I was different then
but I promise to myself now
this will never happen again,
blood spooling onto the ground around me
the result of
holding onto the shreds of somebody
who no longer exists
someone I no longer know or recognise.
a room now filled with emptiness
now an abyss,
their presence replaced by greys mists
which will fade with time
YOU ARE READING
liberation
Poetrycollection of poems and thoughts my heart and brain cut open , fragments of my soul spooled onto digital pages. With every word typed , I experience a taste of liberation
