"RUDE"

"RUDE"

A Poem by wisutdowse

The tips of my finger feels heavy
As my body turns grey
My eyes blur my vision disoriented
My body begins to ache
I yelp yet not help comes
This is the price I pay
Be careful what you wish for they say
Now all is too late
thick life runs through me and out
As it spills through and chases the cracks
I regret this I say
Now all is too late
A heavy breath is force out of me
A punch to the gut like my mother when she screams
Her voice thrilling in my ear
I want to get away
I want to get away
But how,
When all I have is a heart, no more
No More I say
My face turns cold
The world still turns
No where to run 
No where to hide
I want to go home
Where even is home
The only sanctuary is sleep
Yet the demons that lurk
Creep up in my dreams
The thirst for life
Their thirst for love
I cannot blame them
I cannot hate them
For I would torment for that too
A snippet of a heart
A cup of life
A breath of air and light
As pools of fear and sorrow drowns me
my heavy heart I can no longer carry
I love my life dearly
As my body stumbles, I fall
Now the tips of my fingers feel heavy.

© 2025 wisutdowse


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Added on February 12, 2025
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