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Nov 2014
******-analyze-

I feel like I am dying
     Affixation

I can not breathe!

Suffocating-
      Drowning-
...breaths of air become fewer
    And further apart.

No one even cares.

Denial---
    Mismatched & misunderstood.

Stuck- trapped
Bound by my word.

Tears roll down her cheeks
   as her knees hit the floor.
Paralyzed-
      Fear and anger!

You're sitting to the right
   Beside her
Yet it feels like
   She's living with a stranger.

Misery loves to mingle---
    Loves to be in your company.

To my dismay,
You obviously do not see
    What one day will be---
something so foreseen, like that of a prophecy.

Fortune teller
Wanderer of the night...
     Gypsy lady
Spawned from the original Wild Child
Who dedicated her bra... Stand up for what you
believe In.

****  
  Heathens.

  How long must this drag out?  


Time
     is very precious.  
  
Yes, I have acquired patience.
    
Refusing to bring an innocent soul into this-
     Suspended animation and false fabrication
      Of lies that are the foundation
     In which your existence is created from.
So was mine.   I will learn from
someone else's mistakes.

--to bring meaning for a foolish act once done.  
Now it's justified.

   The truth will set you free.  
Why don't those words roll of my tongue,
as easily as the advice just was?


Now I am trapped
     Now I am stuck in a rut.

Feels as if I have been punched in the gut.    Sick to my stomach.

I'm signing off...
    But not like that, not for like "forever."

Hey man, I think I'm getting better.  Let's keep
that between, just you and me.
In the beginning
Rhea Bryan
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