Poem #68// Over and Over

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I hear the voices loud and clear.
Like sirens they ring in my head.
Over and over again
Until they tell me I'd be better off dead.

I hear the whispers in the silence.
Howling like a sad secret in the wind.
Over and over again
Until the words sink into my skin.

I ignore the roar of the people.
As their voices crash in like waves.
Over and over again
The same words are repeated.

I listen for the words.
That will bring up my spirits.
Over and over again
I wait for someone to care.

I choose to stay alone.
To avoid the black hole of life.
Over and over again,
I watch as they get hurt.

I want to help them.
To pull them out of the water.
But over and over again,
I can't save myself

So I cannot save them.
~a.k.

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