Cradled in Contempt

Dark, dark, dark. Another one of my many emo poems.

Cradled in Contempt ............ Graceful is the silhouette of the shadow dancing in the night, .. .. Trying so kindly to help me shine my light, .. .. Gently grasping the misery and blowing it away, .. .. Into the air, it is released with one big sigh, .. .. Dear shadow, .. .. Take these eyes; make them no longer cry, .. .. Disable my heart, .. .. Cut off its connections and set it free, .. .. Let it take its place upon the top of the heap, .. .. May it lye there and never leap, .. .. Take this life and suck it straight out, May my soul no longer weep, .. .. Make it fall into the deepest sleep, .. .. Take these hands and tie them tightly, Cut off the circulation, And not just slightly, .. .. Let the cutting red marks remind, .. .. Burning  into the mind a never-ending rewind, .. .. Take this body and turn it numb; numb to feeling, .. ..  Let rise the rotten stench of fragile skin peeling, .. .. I scream, I scratch, .. .. I’m trapped; always trapped, .. .. The truth is there is no end, .. .. Only a beginning; a beginning to another feeble end, .. .. Strewn out on the sidewalk, I stare into the sun, .. .. I ask myself, My God what have I done? As grief sears into the clouds; creating holes in the fluffy white innocence, I shudder; with the pain beginning to all make sense; .. ..  As the light shines into the icy blue eyes; turning them a dull shade of gray, .. .. They dilate; soaking in the rays, .. .. You see, this is no phase, .. .. The memories they stay, .. .. The haunting remains. .. .. 12:22 AM  4 Comments

Reviews

[Crow]

Reminds me of some dark memories, but we need them to serve as achoring reminders in this fragile life. I love it.