It’s that time of the week again….well the other of every other week…..My poem (which once more was written expressly for Flyhiee.com) I hope you enjoy and check out the site.
Day: August 4, 2019
Ebb & Flow of Misery
****Please note that this is a creative endeavour and in no way is indicative of how I am feeling.****
Midnight closes in
stars no longer glitter
moon hides behind itself
while I lay and tremble.
Those voices have come calling
home to roost
penetrating my defenses
wrapping their tongues around words
hissed
whispered
only I can hear.
You are worthless.
No one cares.
No one wants to know your fears.
Hush sweet child
you are ours
to do with as we will.
Hangman’s noose
fits around my neck
as I stand upon the precipice
tears scattered
dawn does break
sky turning a crimson pink.
Where do I turn?
To whom shall I cry out?
Will old men shout
when I fall from the sky
or turn a blind eye?
I can muster no fight
I can hear no words
other than the torment
vicious
drilling into my psyche
rending my heart.
I can take no more.
Vacant
alone
life holds no joy
only despair and pain.
Coiled in on myself
my only wish…….
to disappear.
©August 4/19
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