Tacenda ➵ poems

afraid

I'm afraid.

Afraid that I have reached the bottom,

The bottom of the ocean I have fallen into.

The ocean of your eyes,

Where nothing dwells but regret.

I feel nothing.

Have I finished loving you?

Is this really the end?

Am I finally free of the shackles I put on myself?

I don't want it to end.

I don't want to wake up.

I may have said I didn't love you,

But the truth is, I did.

And it hurt every second,

Like drowning under an endless pool.

Nevertheless I pressed on,

Because I was filled with loneliness

And melancholy.

I would rather torture myself,

Than let others do.

I want to remain caged in your eyes.

But now is the time I let go.