Beating

Beating and bleeding,

the wounds in my heart

tear open once more.

What I thought

to be repaired

is broken yet again.

I want to feel,

but no one is there

to feel for.

 

I had cried

many times before

in the darkness

of my solitude for

close companions

to be with.

I had them!

and now, too quickly,

they are gone.

I have lapsed

into this sorry state

to wait for more.

 

The beating of my heart

is broken by cries

of suffocation

Every tear shed

is a reminder of show

lonely

I really am.

Too long (I now realize)

have I spent shut away

from the world

inside myself and

hidden from love

and pain.

 

I try. I try. I try.

Yet no one is there

behind the door that

I knock upon.

I will pay for

my unbidden mistakes

unless I yank open

that door and

force myself

to be heard.

 

Habit compels me

to sink inside

my shell and die here

alone.

It is hard,

but I will try

to stop the bleeding

with each beat

of my lonely heart.

Author's Note

It's hard.

Reviews

[TheReal]

I love this. Great Job.

[persianleopard]

Nice poem! Great flow. You know what you are doing. It really shows.