Condign

I want to dance in your eyes in the dark

Barely seen, a glimmer of lost hope

Watch me unravel as I fade from reality

and my heart skips as I gasp through tears

 

I become frozen as I seek you out

and you watch coldly from stark corners

as hands grasp my skin ghostly white

And I hover as time stands still

 

A spotlight fades down the scape of my flesh

and shards of glass from bleeding hands

pierce through bone

and I open my mouth in a silent scream

 

My lungs tremble with broken breaths

eyes blown wide with fear of myself

and they seek you out once more

standing in stark corners

 

Dizzy with convulsive gasps

I watch as you leave

Others pass by and another shard plunges

and my insides spill onto the floor

 

My toxic heart is persistent

to spite these merciless hands

More join the slaughter

as I welcome their punishment

 

Retreating from the empty room

the hands return to the void

and I hang like a broken doll

with silken carnage caressing my legs

 

I seek you out and find only stark corners

while I am suspended by lines of cruelty

There are no faces to my butchers

only crimson drenched shards

 

And they reflect the stygian void

as I hover in silence

For who am I but a stranger

who could never see clearly anyway

Author's Note

I am open to all feedback! My poetry is experimental and free-verse, and I write it 'in the moment' when it's most raw. I like to keep it that way with as few edits as necessary. I view poetry as more of an art piece rather than a piece of writing, like how you'd view a painting. I don't claim to be a good poet, but I hope they're effective as emotional snippets of my life.

Reviews

[Chris]

First: "Welcome back."

I think that there are times we ALL feel 'broken' and we deal with the pain of that as only we can. I do believe that individually each of us tends to speak out more and more of what we feel and the things that DO bother us and use those as a catharsis just to continue existing.

[Shane Blackheart]

Thank you. Well said, and exactly the truth. Sometimes you just have to get all of the 'gunk' out of your head. Like an old bloodletting.

[Arundass TP]

Beautifully written. Enjoyed reading 👍

[Shane Blackheart]

Thank you.