Breaking PointA Poem by MoonlightThis poem is a plea from someone who is on their verge of losing everythingA sweet dream I once saw, A beautiful laugh I once had, A caring touch I once got, Now all lay in shambles, Broken and burnt, In the fires of rage and hurt. I do not know what I wish to say, All I know, is I am too tired to play, These deceiving games as you may say, Of pretending to be okay, Because there is only so much I can take. I have been driven to my breaking point, Yet all I want is to fix my style Maybe, if you held my hand, And didn't leave me alone, Maybe, if you didn't pretend to care, And tried to see past the cracks on my shut door, You would have seen me, For as vulnerable as I have been, Barely holding in the threatening tears, Smiling through every pain and hurt, All I ever wanted was someone, Who could love me for all my flaws, And tell me how perfect my imperfections are. I know that I hurt you, Saying every rude thing that came to mind, But I hoped for you to see the pain it caused me, Just to say all of that, that night. You could see your pain, And it's not you whom I blame, It's my fault, For being this complicated puzzle, That I am. If you are out there, Hear my last call My only plea that will forever be lost. "It's never been easy, Intentional ignorance my only sanctuary, And now, I am too tired to go on, But it is not your fault, Like the dawn breaks the dusk, Your reply could break what this silence holds, And today I ask you, To take that one step, For I am so scared, In this dark place all alone. I am scared to break beyond repair, And my echoing screams to be the only proof of the life I lived, rippling with agony and despair...
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