Self, Questioning

Something that came to me in a random moment.

Lungs, burnt;
Smoking in a comfort, too much in too little of time
Finding no relief

 

Muscles, aching;
Nights spent on my knees, bent over
Ridding myself of calories while looking for release

 

Head, foggy;
Heavy and in a haze as sleep drugs overtake
Full of so much yet unable to form a singular thought

 

Body, cold;
Hands that turn blue and purple feet
A form that seems to be forever freezing

 

War, waging;
Always one against the self
Attempting to kill inner demons, only to be destroyed from inside out

 

Where does it end?
When does it stop?
Will it ever, before Death arrives?

 

Questions left unanswered, ones only time can ever reveal
I'm left to face yet another day, a day
    Of questioning.
    Of wondering.
    Of waiting.

Reviews

[RachelReaper]

A warning against screwing up your life, you will never truly be happy if someone continues on like this... powerful

[Whitney Kleinhuizen]

Thank you

[Chris]

A strong sense of person in this

[Bumble]

I never seen a poem done like this before, but I liked it. Last part is the worst for me, I always question, wonder, and wait. Great job!

[Whitney Kleinhuizen]

Thanks!

[Allycat]

Wonderful poem, I really love how you ended the poem..great job, as always

[Whitney Kleinhuizen]

Thank you!

[Ahmad Cox]

Wow powerful and honest

[Whitney Kleinhuizen]

Thanks :)

[Ahmad Cox]

No problem. I love the format. I am happy for you. I love to see people happy and doing well. I am glad love found you when you needed it.

[Kelsey]

I absolutely love the setup of this poem. It keeps the flow right even though it's such a unique flow. It works perfectly. It's deep and it's beautifully written. As always, great job. (:

[Whitney Kleinhuizen]

Yeah, I figured I'd experiment with a little different type of writing/setup than I normally do. Thanks for the review!