Yours is the face of defeat
Beaten, broken, bruised
Your fragile limbs shake
As you try
Punching the dark wood of your coffin
Careful;
your oxygen
Is running out
Careful;
Your lungs
Are rattling in your ribs
All you know is struggle
In the dread drenched light
Not wanting to give up
But wanting it to end
This nightmare;
This wretched, hollow space
Not outside
But inside
Buried
Six feet under your skin
Your fingers,
Soaked in soft soil
Your tears,
Lost in the mud
And your sobs,
Silent as the dirt coats your tongue
All you see is
Darkness and hopelessness and
Why why why
Can't you just lie
To yourself
Like you lie to them
You're reaching now
Sunlight warms your hands
It pulls you up and up
You thought it would feel nicer
But it's fishooks and fire
Charring and scarring
Until even your knuckles dream
of a lesser fight
Death is sweet
And cold
And comes quick to your call
Living,
is kicking
And screaming
And getting up
Over and over again
Until your ribs are bruised and your knees shake and blood spills
from your clenched smile
But at least
It can change
-some things are worth the fight
YOU ARE READING
of all the stars that shine | poetry
Poetryhave you ever been heartbroken? depressed? stuck in your head? me too. here's some of what goes in my mind. take a look, maybe you can relate. a collection of poems from the past couple years. this is just my own way of journaling.
