As Nightless Days Fall

Depressing attempt at poetry...

The first of many, or the last of a few

I can't help but help but wonder

Which of these nightless days will I forget you?

 

Held up by a thread

Weighed down by an ocean

Of memories, all the lies you misled.
 

Not tossing and turning

But still in my grave

Heart waiting for impact, when will it stop yearning?

 

There's no way of telling just when I will snap

Inevitably knowing, eventually

You'll tear me scrap from scrap

 

Piece by piece, I hold on till the end

My heart in ruins, my veins running black

As into your abyss, I slowly descend

 

I see it reflected in your eyes

No, not windows to your empty soul

But doors into your heart of lies

 

The cold and frosty domain

From which no one will return alive

I dared to try and stake my claim

 

Too late, I realized it was but air.

Cold frosty wind, too insubstantial to grasp

But the heart's strings were already tethered there.

 

And so I remain, your prisoner

Slave of your whim, servant of your will

My agony has born a daughter

 

Desperation, a cold-blooded child

Fathered by fear, sister to longing

A state to which my heart's been exiled.

 

You're gone for all purposes

Except for my love

For I still cling on to your kiss

 

And the shell that remains of the man

Whom I dared to adore

Nothing but mist where you used to stand

 

But the mist has your face,

Your body, though not your soul

Into your cold arms I willingly race,

 

Knowing that near are your blows

You'll shower me with punches,

Trying to hurt me, but already so low

 

How far can I really fall?

 

Bitter blood on my lips

Sweet reminder of us, unbreakable

Inseparable, now turned to this

 

Your fist coated in red,

As you break for the thousanth time

The pact of love we both said

 

Would last forever.

 

So is this the beginning or end?

Will you kill my body or just my heart?

Will these blows to welcome death extend?

 

Nightless days fall around us, though I haven't a clue

When the blood will stop raining

And I will forget you.

 

Maybe never.

 

By those who loved me

I am forsaken as lost

For even they all can see

What I, blinded, cannot.

 

That as these days fall around me

Yet never a night,

Awake in misery,

I continue to fight.

 

No rest, no sleep from your pain,

All my wishes, my struggles,

They all come in vain

 

So, sleepless, I let the days fall.

Restless, breath abaited, I wait.

How many nightless days till the end?

When will I realize my fate?

Author's Note

I know I fail at poetry...but I thought i'd give it a try anyway.....yup, fail. Oh well :)

Reviews

[Oxford]

Would it make sense if I said it was like a coat of lipstick? I've have never felt that way. I wear, for a while, what I read. As a writer, that can never be a fail can it? :)

PS. I do hope I never get to go through that.

[SAAV13]

I thought is was amazing... I trully connected with it. I had some poetry like this, but alas my mother doesn't like my depressed artistry and they ended up in the garbage... *sigh*

Of course this poem had it's share of issues, but it was still beautiful in it's own way

[Jemma]

Poetry is from the heart.
So you can never really fail.
I liked it.
keep on going.
You'll get the hang of it.