Nov 2016

Little was left to be said
if words had been enough this wouldn't have happened
I slowly tell myself
without a tongue to tell the story
the angry, anxious, wrecking mess
I made myself to be, you
no throat by which you could scream
no hands to graps onto me
but me
and through my throat I kept screaming
so eargerly waiting to let you go
I made myself a murderer
of everything you could have become
dying along the way I was caught
false hoping you could live forever within me
as I'll forever live within these lines
for there is no moreality that can save us
other than life is what it is.

Ninah Dau
Written by
Ninah Dau  Caracas, Venezuela
(Caracas, Venezuela)   
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