But, my dear
A nightmare
Cannot be beautiful
When I am a part
Of it.
I paint myself
In this horrid shade
Of darkness
But you don't seem
To see
Just how much
Life was straining me.
You don't seem to see
Just how much pain
I was in
I told you about Before
About
My childhood
I don't know
What you saw
In me
Whatever it was
It's gone.
- Him
YOU ARE READING
I Told Him (Wattys 2014)
PoetryShe told him not to do it but he took his life anyway. Told in free-verse poetry with sparse limerick/rhyming qualities, you don't know their names, but you'll forever remember their story. #Wattys2014
