Throat Punch

Throat Punch

A Poem by Evilhappy
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I could not be more secluded
the truth gets harder to swallow every day I am away
I can't help anyone, I don't want to
damn you, I hate that I care, I hate that I love you!
What splendid friends, I alienate, for my own little world
to keep getting smaller
I taste blood in my throat, mournful grief
and I must digest this on my own
once and for all, one for all, I force it down again
and again, exercising the emotional restraint
until in my dreams when he appears to me
comforting, accepting, the man he used to be
I remember the purgatory of consciousness
this torture of waking, I'm not fit to be a broken piece
in the puzzle of his life, merely a lobotomized spectator
to which I declared, good day! We are not friends!
I choose to remember you as my little brother
but we are not on familial or familiar terms,
as you wanted! You said you'd never be scared away
unless I pushed you to break,
it was the most selfish thing I have ever done
to make the silence stop
now I am removed, I have strode through hallmarks that seemed impossible before
I haven't even glanced at your art, which speaks volumes unto itself
and I push all the loving arms and watchful eyes aside
so I may grieve, in the perpetual chaotic motion of this world.

© 2020 Evilhappy


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Evilhappy
Evilhappy

Waco, TX



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I'm a garbage person, I live in Texas. I love writing and everything I know about it I learned by doing it on my own. Frequent uploads and majority of work here: https://www.deviantart.com/evilhappy.. more..

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