For the first time since I was sixteen,
I want to lose control.
I want to open the clasp holding the pain inside.
I want to let go.
Because maybe if I scream and shout out my rage,
maybe then I will be free - free from the soul shredding anger.
I want to ask WHY? Even though I don't know to WHO.
Maybe giving into the frustration eating me up
inside will be the only way to save
what is left of me.
I can feel myself slipping.
The chains I had in place are no longer able
to restrain the panic. It's rising.
Seeking a way out.
And at the end of this tunnel,
there might be no light. No darkness either.
What I will find there scares me, it's unknown.
Will I feel relief when I break free?
Is there life in the abyss of nothingness?
--Hermiena_van_Loggerenberg
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The Abyss of Nothingness
Poetry{ I really needed a place to voice my thoughts. Maybe someone out there can relate. If so - Enjoy. }
