On My OwnA Poem by Aramey
The silence
after a pillow covered scream shades of burgundy wine stain satin sheets, once bright white. Little papercuts stretched from head to toe, painful droplets of a slow, shriveled emptiness oh how it hurts, but I can't move, it seems I'll never escape this place. Haunted by a thousand empty faces, ghosts and demons that break everything why won't the sun come out today? Only the darkness comes out to play. And as the scars begin to close I watch my foggy breath, the only sign, that I'm still alive... somehow thankful to the test of time. I've survived it all, but these ghosts still follow me, their heavy weight shackled to my heels, as I lumber forward, a stumble, and I'm down. Arms shaking, I lift my weight again, so tired... heavy eyes just want to sleep. Knees that buckle, tearing the flesh, yet somehow I rise again. And again, and again... and... again, each time a painful reminder of where I've been, everyone wondering why I go alone, when I go away, I have the answer for you today. I've seen men and my closest friends crushed, as they drag my feet along, and fall themselves. This burden is mine, and mine alone... because if I can't shake them on my own, I'm lost to every other soul. © 2013 ArameyReviews
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4 Reviews Added on July 28, 2013 Last Updated on July 28, 2013 AuthorArameyPensacola, FLAboutI'm just like any other writer, striving to make a living. If I had a preference it would be novels. more..Writing
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