All too soon
I've found myself thrown
into yet another
conundrum.
The twists and turns
have cracked and ruptured
my ribs and my bones,
making it impossible to move
and every breath
feels like a thousand blows
to my heart.
I feel the world close in
as the waves crash over me
and the spots in my eyes
erupt like fireworks
of pastel tears
hiding in my mind
The pain is horrible.
Gut-Wrenching.
Unbearable.
But reassuring.
It makes me feel.
It lets me know that
i am not dead,
that I can still feel the world
around me.
That I am not a ghost
with a beating heart
merely roaming around
but unseen and ignored
as if I was never there.
I know you don't
want to hear this
but it seems to be
my time.
The sickness in my head
has turned to a raging cancer,
swallowing any light
and closing up
every passage
out of the maze inside my brain.
Every turn I take
has kept me wandering
in circles,
driving me mad,
sanity leaking from my
nose and eyes
in tears and sweat and blood
and they all spell out
the horrid words
you spat at me
the day I told you
I couldn't handle this.
Coward.
Cunt.
Undesirable.
Unlovable.
Cold-hearted.
Ever since you stole
that little light in me,
I have been nothing
but capable of remorse.
Every little move
is my fault
and every mistake
feels like a blow to my skull.
So paint the walls
with my thoughts these final days.
Unravel the sickness
and the dormant rage,
sadness,
longing to tell you why
I took this route and
why I'm leaving.
I'm sorry.
I know you expected more
but how much could you expect
from a broken soul
like mine?
How can you expect
a beast
to roar without it's lungs,
how could my heart function
when every single cell
in my body screamed
to stop beating?
Well I'll admit
that I have irrefutably stopped wanting
this life and I tell you
with a heavy heart
weighed down by my unshed tears
that this was my choice
and I beg of you
for forgiveness.
I shouldn't have lied to you
day after day
with my smile
that pleaded for comfort
but I found that I could trick
myself sometimes
so how
could I not trick
you?
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Mourning Skies
DiversosDark poetry, slam poetry, love poetry, five word stories, and my deepest thoughts