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 Dec 2018 Cliona Hornibrook
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I'm bleeding.
There is no way to stop it
I've done this to myself
I cant break this habit.
It's not physical,
but the pain is real
These next moments are pivotal
I don't want to feel.
The river slows to a creek
and then a stream.
But it never stops flowing,
it fills my dreams.
I'm never safe
from myself it seems.
I'm bleeding.
I've never really been interested in writing poems that rhyme, it just always felt forced to me. But with this poem it came out so easily, and it seems to add to the message, as oppose to distracting from it.
If you enjoy my poetry please check out page, I try to post a couple poems a week if I can.
I'm not where I want to be,
and I'm anything but happy

but no one sees

"You're perfect," "You're smart,"
I am anything but art

but no one sees

I'm lonely and hurt
I'm just lying on the turf

but no one sees

my world of broken dreams
nothing is what it seems
you lit a fire in me
it has my heart on fire
i feel so warm.

i hope winter never comes.
When I pray
I smell mother on my words
And I weep
Her voice lives in the spaces
Between the words I utter
The resonance
Sometimes, l
I am afraid to speak
In fear of what will wake.

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