—-Creeping Into My Soul—-
-By-
Olivia I. Williams
new poem
Hollowed eyes
Cracked mirror,
Sitting among the shattered.
Blood trickling
from calloused hands
Soaking glass
Like a thick fur-coat.
Exhaustion,
Creeping to my soul,
wrapping
Around throat
Trying to swallow
Me in total.
Left me on the floor
With nowhere to go.
Bleeding.
Bloody.
Seeping.
Creeping.
Into floorboards
Below.
Reaching–
To find myself,
To make myself
Whole.
Leaping across
broken boundaries,
Screaming in the silence–
Loss of control.
Yanking.
Tearing.
While they
Are daring,
That I declare
My Failure,
As they stare.
While some
Swear
That I'm lying,
Even though
I'm crying.
Yet they keep yelling
Soul shredding,
Heart shrinking,
Beating faster
No breathing.
Exhaustion
Is a creeper.