Frayed Wits End

I've had about all of this I can take, 

So rake me no more across the coals.

I'll see this violence end,

But to what end I've no idea.

You've heard the lies and told a phew,

So to the spew you give yourself asunder.

Pull up the floorboards, 

Release the heart beneath them,

And let it beat soundly at your door.

Feel the icy grip of death about you,

You know what you've done.

Haunting me I cannot forget

The transgressions of my youth

But to the fray I will go for I am but a slave.

A grind away from a wheel that kills 

To let not stay the day.

Look to the mirror top tell the truth

 That so boldly stares back at you.

Never mind the creeping clock 

Whose hands do surely mock.

To tick away at once was pride in self.

Steal back the time to take the leap

Of faith you never had.

Give up what once you thought you where

To find what you've become.

No more to this end,

At wits with self a war I cannot win.

Reviews

[johnnyqueer]

This is a really gorgeous write. I loved reading it.

[Crystal Marie Dreier]

This is really good. I really enjoyed reading it!

[Lily Mae]

Very deep and intense.. I could feel the powerful emotions.. xx

[joshua deathdealer]

This is very insightful and beautifully penned.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Nice work.

[Hoosier Belle]

Pull up the floorboards,
Release the heart beneath them,
And let it beet soundly at your door.

I really enjoyed these words here, I can just image this. Awesome write.
I think you mean beat instead of beet though. LOVE this write!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

The rawness of your poetry exhibits the freshness of your personality. Well done my friend.