Choking

 Choking on my misery

One breath at a time

The heart of a nagging vein pulsates

Like a dying ember in a pile of ash

A bitter taste of self-hate races up

Right to the tongue’s tip and ready to jump

There’s no place left for me

I can’t be seen in mortal mirrors

And I’d rather burn alive

No howling of agony

Silent acceptance of mine

And whatever I deserve in the aftermath

Bring unto me

A shell of nothing that will ever be

Reviews

[Grimmy]

Silent yet Real pain. Again, another well written poem

[Claws Of Fury]

whoa, more tragic than my poems. I'm in love with this! Nice! xo

[Livenrite]

WOW!!! A great piece!
"A bitter taste of self-hate races up Right to the tongue's tip and ready to jump" Loved it. Keep it up:)

[Ruth]

Wonderfully vivid, melancholy at its best! xx

[Ruth]

Reflective, powerful and poignant, like this a lot friend:) xx

[Miss Coral]

Great piece-- very good imagery and use of emotion. Raw and hard hitting. Nice job.
Only thing- I think you meant "breath" in the second line.

[Jacqueline Lopez]

I don't like this. I LOVE this!!! I can feel the pain, the misery. In fact, I can feel it all, because you just described me right now. Excellent job.

[Mahima]

i like it.. pretty gud job

[cest la vie]

The raw pain jumps off the page ..
many of us have felt this exact same way i'm sure..
honest, hard edged writing.. some of the best.