silent lament

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silent lament

november5twenty17

gaping hole. dark abyss. life is slow, dragging its heels. in the darkness I crumble. every breath breaks my body further, my tattered soul is exhausted.

seeping sickness, calling my name. wearing me out. when there's nothing left, it hands me more.

lost grip long ago, I'm familiar with falling. familiar with the nothingness. commonplace.

my heart - it's aching. circulation's black, I've been diseased. decaying so painfully, so gradually. my heart - it's dying.

the tears are forever pointless, I'll remain an empty shell. I'm a criminal.

I'll project the image, clear save for the see-through spots. they grow bigger with each day.

I do not want to patch myself together - let me fall apart.

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