Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2016
I close my eyes to catch sleep
But sleep's already caught me.
I looked too weak, too dumb to keep
I was thrown where no one can see.
My heart started pounding
My face seemed to just go.
My veins, from the way they were sounding
Had too much blood to flow.
The sun melted to black
Skies exploded with pitch
To all, I turned my back
My wounds, I would never stitch.
Monsters haunted the streets
Biting from front and from behind.
I jumped up from beneath the sheets
And no monsters, did I find.
I sighed with relief, waking up
Scanning the place around.
But the pain would never stop
Reality's harder, I found.
I'm tired, oh and way beyond
I'm done with misery and hope.
To the blade, I've grown quite fond
But my next friend would be the rope.
Jace Kassem
Written by
Jace Kassem  18/M/Beirut, Lebanon
(18/M/Beirut, Lebanon)   
  707
   z, Haruhi and Vanessa Gatley
Please log in to view and add comments on poems