My Replete Abyss

sometimes it's not worth trying to be abstract, this is just a reflection of how I felt at the lowest point of my life.

Weakening withered limbs
they may as well break.
They don’t move me out the flat.
I haven’t spoken in two days
and I could get used to that.
Cigarettes don’t seem strong enough
but I’m finished with the rest.
The tide sits on the beach like an
overcoat God hasn’t finished painting yet.
Blue streaks on the weathered tan.
I ask Him if he’s done with me.
He should finish me before I set.

I wish that I knew how to cry,
where it all went wrong and
if I’ll meet my ‘one’ by twenty-five.
Why I see her face every time
I close my ever aching eyes.
Holocene is playing in my ears loud;
I always see myself in this.
If my grandmother could see me now
gorging in my own replete abyss.
The cheeky spark has left my face
and it’s so easy to give it up
but I promised that I’d keep the faith. 

Reviews

[Mia]

I have read so many read requests this week, I'm not complaining because there are always treasures in them but sometimes it's nice to read something that you choose to. So I came to your page just to treat myself to a little magic. And I randomly picked this one. You'll get used to me saying every single thing i think...LOL!

So anyways, back to what’s important here. I find myself torn. I never like to think of people suffering, whether I know them or not. But wishing you never suffered through this would be wishing away this poem. I can't do that. Some people, people like you, have a way of making despair, suffering and all kinds of gross feelings we don’t enjoy sound so beautiful!
“Weakening withered limbs
they may as well break.
They don’t move me out the flat.
I haven’t spoken in two days
and I could get used to that.
Cigarettes don’t seem strong enough
but I’m finished with the rest.”
Thinking about it, feeling that way must be absolutely s**t and yet I can’t help but love those lines. You take what’s ugly and make it beautiful. That’s one of the reasons why you’ve become one of my favourites.

[TheJordBaker]

thank you so much.. AGAIN!! lol.
I try to do that, use life experience as a catalyst for my writing. natural emotions flow out a lot easier and it kinda gives you belief that everything happens for a reason if you can get a piece of writing out of all the s**t you go through.

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

This poem touched my heart. You used such beautiful imagery especially of the tide and beach, and the weakening of your drive and will. It feels, and feels of that time when we are at our lowest and yet, still clinging onto a promise we made someone we love, someone we respect, who sees/saw the best in us and made us promise not to give up. The last 3 lines give finish my heart off!

[TheJordBaker]

thank you. I always like it when my pieces can touch someone on a personal level

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

It did.