The Abyssmal (A Play On Words)

A play on words, for the butterfly...an exercise on silliness. No, I am not really depressed, no I am not going to cut myself...this is for the muse. We thought it would be funny.

I look across the abyss
the black, cold, bleak
abyss, and see myself standing
at the edge of a careworn cliff,
staring down into the crashing waves
below, and I have never felt so

alone

My soul aches for things
that are just out of reach
I am better off with no one
to love me, as I am
unworthy of the love
that won't ever be offered

The pale moonlight offers me her
company, lighting up the inky sky
with her companions, the stars
to guide my way as I walk through
the shadows

The tears cascade down my face,
crying for no other reason than to let
my misunderstood heart know
that I am

alive

alone
but alive

The scars on my wrists give the map
to the veins that won't give anymore
There's the evidence to show that I would
give you my life if you wanted it,
but you don't even know

I exist

I stand here
on the edge of the abyss
I look out
and see

Nothing.
Nothing matches my soul, my
own personal hell, my own
jail cell of loneliness

With nothing but tears
and inner demons keeping
my pulse.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I can almost feel the heavy weight of sorrow draped around my shoulders like a tear soaked blanket as I read this. Excellent!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

With nothing but tears
and inner demons keeping
my pulse.


What an ending to such a deeply dark poem that is still full of compassion... I think of the song Pain by Three Days Grace reading it cause it speaks to me in the same way. Sometimes we ned to hurt when we are alone just so we know we can still feel.