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I awake with the dripping anxiety of death It's puppetry crafting my fears with its laced strings Making me do the dance of regret and guilt The darkness consumes me as I writhe with the agonising realisation I am not alone I am going to die I see my tombstone I see my soul starting to fly But why? That night when the moonlights silver ribbons danced across the darkest ocean. His face dripping with the crimson liquid that shows the sign of life Sirens echoed as red and blue flashed into the night. It was my fault. It's always my fault He died because of me And now I can't see I can't sleep I can't breathe Save me... please Save me from this nightmare
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May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 9:58 AM UTC
The nightmare called guilt
I awake with the dripping anxiety of death It's puppetry crafting my fears with its laced strings Making me do the dance of regret and guilt The darkness consumes me as I writhe with the agonising realisation I am not alone I am going to die I see my tombstone I see my soul starting to fly But why? That night when the moonlights silver ribbons danced across the darkest ocean. His face dripping with the crimson liquid that shows the sign of life Sirens echoed as red and blue flashed into the night. It was my fault. It's always my fault He died because of me And now I can't see I can't sleep I can't breathe Save me... please Save me from this nightmare
When an innocent mistake takes a life, the narrator was struck with guilt and accidental blood on their hands. One of my favourite poems for the descriptive writing is some of my best for the time
#guilt#pain#short#depression#anger#death
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alexa23102
15/F/England
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 9:58 AM UTC
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