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  Dec 2015 Ronni Ermeling
Sylvia Plath
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Ronni Ermeling Jan 2015
The darkness closes in
I can no longer see
A black fog over powers me
I can no longer breathe
It fills me with sadness
A feeling I can't explain
It takes away everything
Leaves you empty and in pain
It laughs at your fears
And throws them in your face
I feel broken and scared
Will this ever go away?
Ronni Ermeling Jul 2014
I am a broken mirror,
Smashed into pieces.
Scattered across the floor,
Being a burden to all.
Even with glue and tape,
I will never be whole.

I am a broken mirror,
Smashed into pieces.
Just sweep me up,
then throw me away.
No longer a problem
To all of those I love.
I slice up their hands,
As they tape me together.

I am a broken mirror,
Smashed into pieces.
I am ready to give up,
To no longer be judged.
I will forever be broken.
I will never feel whole.

— The End —