Seconds slipping slowly by
I watch the clock wishing
time would fly and
bury the things of my past.
The ticking and tocking is in my head.
disturbing my peace
and filling with dread
my worry-prone mind,
someone stop these
memories of times gone by
I'd rather not remember.Faceless figures with
barbed tongues of iron
haunt the space behind my eyes
I wish them away every
single time but
no one seems to hear my cries.
Buried in the darkness of these
misogynistic strangers who ever
dared come near my happy bubble,
made it burst and caused this trouble.Count to ten,
breathe in and out
we'll be alright,
make it out this time.
Head submerged but I'm still breathing
ears are ringing, chest is heaving
they started this,
I started this
we're all to blame
in this hall of flames.Burning down like timber pieces
ash and cinders
never ceases but
I love this pain upon my being;
I deserve these feelings
so please don't stop.
Shadows to my light
even when it's an endless night
for me, up in this space
heart a-race
as you cloud my vision again,
hearing nothing but the shouts
of these sinful men.
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Short Stories & Poetry
PoetryA collection of my poems and short stories. I write and publish them spontaneously- whenever the inspiration hits!