Tumbled Words Poem

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Again I feel it wash over me, the despair

It calls to me in harsh tones

It hurts so much that moving, I wouldn't dare

The only sound escaping me if I do are wild groans

In this place there is only rain

Large drops the size of pebbles, bruising my soul

My head's bowed, hidden in my knees to mask the pain

All the love I gave is now taking its toll

Why did he get no air in his lungs?

When I have a fair fill in mine

My imagination offers no help

Announcing the truth of this cruel world

It uses deep darkness to tell me what I refuse to accept

Alone I drag myself through this Hell

There is a truth I absolutely reject

That I was too far gone to even know I fell

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