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James Morales Sep 2020
The word ***** spills,
like a volcano erupting,
Unaware of the consequences.
I watch the destruction,
too distracted to see why,
a mind full of noise.
I stand back and surrender,
letting the chaos in.
I hid within its walls,
locking myself away,
too scared to be.
Only finding solace in the abyss.
James Morales Sep 2020
In that moment my body felt
t i r ed.
NO
Not tired,
Tired is not what

T
H
I
S
Feels like.
In that moment my body was not my own,
it didn't feel like mine,
it was D I R T Y,
it was foreign,
it was

WRONG.

The water washed over my alien body,
rinsing away the smell,
the touch,
the pain.

But left the trauma.
Unable to comfort this new me,
crimson flowed instead.
A scar now permanent.
Trigger warning.
James Morales Sep 2020
How enticing the dark can be,
to stay comforted by it.
Letting it overcome your essence,
losing sight of the fire.
Consumed by its emptiness,
feeling nothing but numb.
Forgetting why you fought,
to escape.
The void,
Ever present.
The cold comfort of the abyss,
staring back as it grips on tight.
Seeping in,
Every pore.
Comfort is not always welcome,
but awaits always.
James Morales Jul 2017
I know there are times,
I keep you at arms length.
Afraid to let you in,
To see a man so broken.
Never want to let you down,
Hidden behind walls built so high.

One by one the bricks come falling down,
Yet one by one they go back up.
Will this wall ever come down,
Baby don't stop trying.
Find the real me,
Hidden away so broken.

Look into my eyes and see,
The pain of man so far gone.
Hold my hand baby please,
Break through the hurt and dark.
Never want to let you down,
Lost behind these walls.


One by one the bricks come falling down,
Yet one by one they go back up.
Will this wall ever come down,
Baby don't stop trying.
Find the real me,
Hidden away so broken.

Look into my eyes,
And you'll see.
The spark you set within,
Waiting to be set free.
Hold me close baby,
Help me break free...
James Morales Apr 2015
The tear clings,
As the breath stings.
Cold and unnerving,
Alone and undeserving.
Lost beneath the tide,
Unable to hide.
The emotion that it brings.
Where do I run?
When there is no more sun.
Stolen by the enemy,
Nothing left to see.
All that is left is the shining moon,
Guiding and bringing hope,
To those that have lost all.
James Morales Nov 2014
The darkness slowly creeps,
Seeping into every opening.
Filling my body,
Halting my breathing.
Dimming my eyesight,
Making it hard to see.
This abyss that takes over,
Separating me from life.
Undermining my common sense,
As my anxiety rises.
I shut my eyes,
Release this darkness,
And remember who I am.
James Morales Nov 2014
Let me stay one more minute,
To stare into the night,
Feel the cold on my skin,
The breeze through my hair.
Give me a minute to embrace this new me,
Just a moment,
To release the pain,
Into this new dawn.
Hold me just one more minute,
As my scars fade away,
And my tears disappear,
Into the darkness.
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