Dripping In.

I do not like these emotions that I have been denying.

They push up my spine like tidal waves,

Bringing in the hollowing winds,

Drowning me in the rain I had just escaped.

Bad thoughts cross my uneven threshold.

I can see my scars reopen,

My quiet whispering ghosts leak out.

These feelings grab at my chest,

And constrict my lungs into small gaps.

If I lose the way I was going

Shall I be guided back to you?

Shall i see the morn or my nightmares

Play out into reality like years past?

Go away, deep shades of blue, leave.

Where did it come from?

Author's Note

05.28.2014

Reviews

[Miguel Chicas]

I like this poem, I'm getting a sense that this poem was personal to you? if so, it's always great to write down the hard times and turn it into a poem.

[Poe Met Emily]

It is, and there's more from where that came from haha. It is good to write, even if it's hard and frustrating. I've made it a goal to write happier pieces in my life, and even if I have to ink the Bad, then I should give the Good a fair chance.