Lungs flood in bitter memories
I open my mouth and inhale blue dreams
The ocean created from my suffering
My grief
My wealth of melancholy
"Why am I here?"
Questions spinning in and out of my head
Ridiculing jeers questioning my hollow existence
Lashing my wrists and neck with red gashes
"End it, end it?" they scream
I stand there like a floundering fish
Gasping for oxygen
Trying to break surface tension
Suspended in space and time
As the tide comes in
YOU ARE READING
Undone
PoesieA hodgepodge of topics that mostly deal with mental health written as poems or prose.
