Misery Takes OneA Poem by Ian FarawayIt's hard to tell if what I dream Is even a dream or nightmare anymore I cry on the inside moments before they come And wake up feeling almost empty inside So if I dream a dream tonight Does that mean everything's ok Or is it just my mind being sympathetic Knowing I will spend my day in self loathing Thoughts of pain or death arise But I can't tell if I'm shaking From fear or excitement anymore But this, too, shall be locked inside I unknowingly drop hints of despair Into the most casual of conversations I say I'm "eh" instead of "bad" Because neither of us wants to know Or maybe these semi pleasant dreams Are a way of saying that I can handle more More pain, more sadness and confliction And give me no choice but to try to arise See, I've thought of suicide I've thought of giving up Letting this abyss swallow me whole So I can finally be at peace But there's a part of me A small part that is enraged By the weakness and surrender "Get on your feet and push through" No hope, no reason to go on But I do so nonetheless Grudgingly taking the weight Body trembling with exhaustion With no hope I will not go gently Into that so called goodnight Instead, I will dig deep and push Because misery only takes one And it's better me than you
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