I embraced him wholeheartedlyHis body dancing along my skin
sinking into it, emotion overcoming me
I yell with tears boiling in my veins
'More ' He says, stroking me along my arms
Giving birth to blood
I can't stop
At this point, the urge is too strong
What I thought I'd given up on
Was only just beginning
So I scream, with a silence so loud
Music blasting in the background
Said somethin' about love
But what could be more addicting than this?
He whispers in my ear
'More, more'
I yell in satisfaction
Looking at my pale arm
The color of freshly picked berries
Tears roll
Far away from recovery
Just beginning
I grab a pill
and swallow it
In hopes of falling asleep tonight
With the demons settling in my head
Occupation at its best
The salty tears form an ocean
Drowning in my own tears
With the last hope I whisper, doubt still in my heart
With no conviction, even accidentally, I whisper:
'' Allah, help me. ''
That night, I thought he didn't hear,
that I was too timid to be responded to
But satan played me
He disgraced me
We took a walk through hell before I realized that there was heaven
I cry now, not because of pain
But remorse
And these tears are dry
And this heart aches
For his heaven
-2013.
YOU ARE READING
The Chronicles Of My Mind
PoezjaWith the gaping void inside of my heart, I lift my pen and splatter its ink. Letters, words, sentences and paragraphs. Emotion too immense to utter, seeking empathy, the tears fall one by one, then oceans. A poem- the result of such melancholy.