My War.

Short. To the point. About my self-loathing.

My screams are only heard in my head.
My heart aches for closure.
I don't know what I'm doing here.
Save. My. Conscience.
My life is generally nothing anymore.
What is there for me anymore?
I'm needing,I'm lying,
I'm unstable,not fighting.
This crazed avidity cuts me too deep.
I hardly feel capable to think on my own anymore,
live on my own anymore.
Give. Me. My Life. Back.

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

We can get twist up in a life. Need to find safe ground and reorganize your life. Confusion, disappointment and desire for own life is written strong and clear. A excellent poem.
Coyote