Early morning fear and tears
"Put the knife down!"
My legs couldn't carry me fast enough
Bang! Crash!
A car speeds past on the verge of disappearance
"911 what's your emergency?"
I can hear the non existent sirens ringing in my ears.
Drunk stumble of a half alive
Wishing the brink was closer
"Fucking shoot me!"
Venom
My heart stops
Palazyed
Feet hit the ground
Pounding to the beat of my heart
Blurry eyes
The verge of everything,
Held back one more day.
YOU ARE READING
Fight the Darkness
PoesíaPoetry can say a lot about a person. How they feel, what they believe in. I like to think of all this as a way I represented myself, as well as how I still do. Please enjoy and forgive my terrible errors; some of these were written 3 (or more) years...
