Like body parts floating down a stream
I felt broken and useless
I felt like I was drifting
Like the uncomfortable, soggy, rotting flesh
I too would eventually decompose
And poison the water
As every part of me wished to be turned to ash
But I am not these floating body parts,
I am the body laying dormant at the bottom of the stream
And I cannot find the strength to pull myself to the surface
I see your hands as they try to drag me from the water
But I am my own tragic ending
You cannot help me
And you cannot save me
I will float when I am hollow
And you can try but you will not inflate my lungs again
I will live but I will always be numb
Like body parts floating down a stream
I am broken
And you can't piece me back together
YOU ARE READING
bittersweet emotions.
PoetryGrey people with grey emotions. I write red poems about their grey lives and blue poems about mine They breathed in sweet air As I breathed in the ocean. They tasted liquor As I tasted the guilt on my lips. (Stuck, chap 12)
