My hands shake

My mind is a complex maze

Filled with monsters and a reply of each bad memory

Everything is in a blurry haze 

I wish it as differently

I spend my night out running my nightmares

Waking with a cold sweat and a pulsing heartache

Spending my day avoiding there blank stares

Hiding my hands that tend to shake 

Hiding the fears within my dark soul

Im nothing more than shattered pieces on the floor 

This gaping whole..

in my chest,Ill never be more 

Ill always just be this broken girl...lost 

Leaving behind broken bridges 

That Iv'e already crossed 

No point in sewing new stitches

Coz Ill never have enough thread 

To broken to care 

Im practically already dead   

As my life goes by in a blare 

And my hands they always shake 

Reminding me im unsteady 

Reminding me of every mistake 

And my heart can't take this weight,its just to heavy 

   

Reviews

[Une coccinelle]

I agree with Echoes of Eros. Your poem is a window into a very personal world. Thank you for being open to share.

[micky]

Thank you friend for the kind words

[Echoes of Eros]

Dark and beautiful, overflowing with the aching of an extravagant heart. Your poetry is fused with every thread of this pondering place, which brings my soul back to when I walked a similar path and hoped for something to lift me up. So good, micky. xo

[micky]

Thank you Eros for your kind words

[Inject Positivity]

Reminds me some of the terrible times i had....Very strong write....The reader will very much relate to every line and every feeling of this poem....Full ratings Micky my frnd....

[micky]

Thank you friend for the kind review:)

[wordman]

a sad write micky,reminds me of getting older,and frail

[micky]

Thank you Wordman :)

[samparks,sam]

so nice like it, good keep up

[micky]

Thank you :)