Disintegrating

I have been kind of on a poem-writing spree here, so please bear with me. This one is about losing your grip, about losing your composure, about disintegration of the mind, body, and soul

Disintegrating

Disintegrating

In front of your eyes

As you see me

As you see me fall apart

When all the long-forgotten days come rushing back at me

As I think of you, oh selfless angel

Everything that has happened to you

I do not wish to hurt you

But sometimes I fall apart

This disintegration

Taking everything that holds me up

But do not think you are at fault

It is my fault alone

Disintegrating, losing my form

My form which has been burnt by the Flames of Hatred

My power taken from me, being made into a pawn

A pawn of my emotions

I cannot stop them

If only I could

Keep my form

Disintegration taking apart my speech

My body, mind, and soul

Oh selfless angel, why must I do this?

Why must this happen in front of your eyes?

Why must I make you feel powerless?

Why must I disintegrate?

Reviews

[luciddreamer]

This write touched me, I understand so completely
Peace
Robin