HeroineA Poem by IsabelWritten Aug 10, 2014. (Personal favorite)
My throat is dry.
I thirst for broken words. I cannot cry out even to seek. My voice cracks at every attempt to speak. Some things are better left unsaid, But if I don't say something the darkness creeps into my head. I want to breathe as though I can, But as the clock ticks, there is a new excuse again. I'm in pain. I feel like I have lost my mind. I shout but in vain. It scares me to think of what I'll find. I lie down to think it over, But I forgot my world is ugly. I raise my hands but slower. I remember what I only want to see. I don't know what's real anymore. I doubt my existence. I press my ear to the floor in hope of being able to listen. My soul wanders somewhere and it won't come back to me. I start to pick up the pieces, But there is hardly anything. My head is spinning and my thoughts are scattered. I want the light to heal me but the dark can only flatter. Why did it choose me to haunt? I walk around lost and it's only me that it taunts. I'm stuck in the world I created in my head. One where nothing means everything And everything means nothing. I'm a fool to believe that there was hope in the end. It all comes down to this. Fierce and endless. The strong versus the witless. When the moment passes, It'll remind me to salvage.
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