The Plague.

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I lost myself the other day

Then was found again

Searching through the memories that once were

But are now tucked quietly in the back of my mind

The glass breaks and the walls cave in

Bullets fly like tiny bees around me

Filling the sky like crystal rain drops

The holes in the walls leak tears

Salty water pours in

My moment of realization hits like an atom bomb

My body

My vessel

My home

Tis like a bout

With the smallest holes

The tiniest flaws let the ocean in

And I sink

Gone down under

Down under the weight if my fears

My hopes and dreams dissolve into the nothingness that is the world around me

No more important than the smallest bug in the garden are my greatest dreams

Your words are like a bullet to the brain

An insect invading my mind

Leave me to bleed as I hang from the tallest tree

The furthest branch from the ground

And the words I'm meant to say rot behind my teeth

Causing cavities

Digging deeper like nails into me

Filling my lungs like the water from the sea

My body is only just another empty shell

Once I am dead my feelings and worries

Hopes

Dreams

Fears

Will all diminish

And the creatures of the sea will swim throughout

this empty vessel that tis my body

Meaning absolutely no disrespect

Just living within my insides without care

I will be forgotten

Like all others will too

Even my own family will cease to know I existed one day

And no one can see my body

When it's gone down under

Plagued with teeny creatures if the deep

They'll sing my song.

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