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606 Mar 2018
Sleep takes me
Fear awakes me

Gasping breaths
I held it in

Beautiful notes
Break me within

I paint sorrow
Your face on a canvas

I call to you

Amidst the rain from my eyes
Please come back
606 Mar 2018
The reflection haunts me
Taunting me

Showing the truth
Reality becoming blurry

Becoming what I've always feared
My insides screamed
Clawing the set edges of my seams
Never to be set free

I'm sorry I couldn't pick up
My internal struggle wasn't enough

I can't escape this eternal hell
Even if I tried,
I always end up walking back to the same cell
606 Mar 2018
Once a world dies, another is born
Mine tumbled,  and stumbled,  and burned

The dark touched me, so I searched for light
But I didn't belong here anymore

I set fire to the petals, no struggle at all
Except sorrow for the world that has dissolved

Opening the gateway, feet thinking before me
I walk the hall of necessity

My world too has been dead
It's been sweet for too long

So I walk my own way
To find my place

Maybe never
Maybe someday

Maybe forever
Maybe already dead
This  is a poem about death and awakenings. When you die, it becomes a past life. The petals resemble life and when I set fire to them, it represents death.
606 Mar 2018
I was too late
To save her from her own fate

I hope she'll forgive me
For my past me

I bear the blood of my own
I did it for the health of my own

But now I'm alone
I'm broke at home

"Please dry my eyes"

I call for you but I hear no reply
I am alone

— The End —