Poem 49 || Bleeding

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Thick crimson,

Speaks of my heart,

Broken

The pure white sheets of my bed,

Are now smeared with scarlet red

Making no sound,

They gag me,

Bound

Banging,

Clanging,

Demons chanting,

Inside my insane head,

Wanting me dead

Save me now,

Before I drown

Make it stop,

Make it end

For life's sake,

Make them banned

The concrete walls,

Are closing in

There's no time to escape,

No time to think

I'm an unstable sailboat,

Ready to sink

The oceans are about to consume me;

I can't get on my feet

Drowning,

Drowning

I trash about,

But no hears my pleas and shouts

Dear God above,

Watching from the heavens over the earth

Where's the love,

That you had promised to shower upon me?

I can't break free from this insanity

I feel all alone,

The darkness so close,

The world only harsh and cold

I need help,

I need strength

I'm bleeding profusely,

Dying slowly

A lost of blood,

My heart only remains of prickly shards

I plea for you,

To hear my cries,

I cry for you,

To open my eyes,

And enable me to finally see the light

Beneath the cerulean blue skies,

Which now lack of colour

For the brightness of the world,

Seemed to has disappeared

The light is gone,

And I feel like I'm on my own,

And only thick red blood would flow.

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