Sad Poems | A Collection of Poems Written by I

Letters

Blood soaked bones turning into crimson dust,

Shadows melting like forgotten lust.

Listen to the voices in your head.

What do they whisper? What thoughts have they bred?

Silence in the hills, silence in the halls,

Whispers turn to shouting,

Broken minds now forgotten and lost,

trying to find the line you once crossed.

Numbers blinding your vision,

Letters foreign dreams,

Counting calories daily,

Hardly time to breathe.

Slicing, dicing, the taste of regret,

An hour of crunches should make up the debt.

Seventy hours, food unseen in them.

Suddenly I remember a dream I dreamt.

Normality, at least to some extent,

Happiness and the feeling of being content.

Love, warmth if only towards myself.

Food allowed in indulging one's self.

But food is my fear,

I trace the rim of my cup and hold it dear.

Food aren't just numbers,

Their fat that looks nice.

Numbers are the enemy.

I long for the letters to describe my pain.

There aren't enough of them.