I never thought I would say this out loud
Giving up was never my style, but not much counts in the rift
That space between living and dying
Loving and being empty
I tried to avoid it all my life
But here I lie, alone in some god-forsaken land
Covered in dust and sand and sweat and blood, my soul leaking out of my body
I never thought it would be this way
In the end, in the cold-but-not-cold, in the dark-but-not-dark
Thinking of the past, wondering of the could have been
Of the never will be
Waiting for a rescue that will never come
Waiting for a savior that has never saved me from myself
I never thought they would get to me
As I'm dragged away, screaming and clawing out for anyone, anything to destroy
I feel a weight press down on my head, the pain and pressure increasing
Until the darkness comes
I never thought I would say this out loud
Giving up was never my style, nothing matters when your alive
That space between dying and living
Being empty and loving
I've stopped trying to avoid it
YOU ARE READING
Color - a book of poems
PoetryA series of poems, written at the spur of the moment. Not much thought but a lot of feeling goes in to writing these so take them for what they are.
