I was awake?
That seemed unlikely
Because it felt like a nightmare
That follows me wantingly.
The fragile shouts that filled the house
And the constant scare of loss
The aching heart, once a whole,
Knowing they were cross.
The dead man screamed
Filled with rage and lies and red
Making the woman built with trauma
Wish she were, like him, dead.
The bullet of reality was shot
Seeing his time to go
My screams and cries definitely reached him
If he cared is what I'll never know.
The echo of the closing door floated in the air
As the non-pubescent figure broke
Then hearing the words "we'll be okay"
Is where my anger awoke.
YOU ARE READING
Poems that I've wrote about myself
Poetry~Warning: There may be sensitive topics. If any of the topics trigger you, please refrain from reading this.~ Sometimes when I'm bored or sad, I write poems to express how I feel or how I have felt. That's kinda why I used that picture as my cover...
