And if I could cry-
for just a little while
My body would run dry
Tear ducts, like air ducts
I need a replacement
The ventilation is all wrong
Misty and fogged glasses-
Impair my vision
Remove them and I am blind
Blind to the heartache-
the metaphorical bleeding
inside of my mind
Every day the pain grows-
Grows roots, roots that once
kept me grounded
Now I'm surrounded-
by the demons I once
banished
Rip the roots from my feet
and all I'm left with is nothing.
Nothing but darkness
and blank space
Dark and deep
The black hole In which I keep you
Swirls infinitely
I brace myself for impact
the meteorite sets it sights
on my chest
Sniper target, take aim and
gain flight
Don't miss, you'll regret it
I could be angry, but what's the point?
You're gone forever
and never coming back
© 2017 Christina Jackson