Anxiety is strangling me forcing air out of my already battered lungs. I cannot deal with this distraction not on top of every other pained emotion I feel. I want these nightmares to end. Contemplating the pros and cons of life has taken its toll and it bores me, I’m finished and need it to … Continue reading Is This The Moment? – a poem about……….
What have I become? Is any of this real? Slipped into the past No longer can I feel. Darkness floods me eyes Scratching away my sight Removed from myself I begin to lose the fight. What have I become? When I have to hide away Free from your vitriol Don't expect me to pray. Blackened … Continue reading What Have I Become? – a poem about……..
Save me from myself, shield me from this darkness, bandage my angry wounds, help me to breathe freely. Cleanse my bloodiness, wipe clear my sins, stitch me back together, embrace my frailty. Infect me with a life, ingest what is within me, draw my blood together, then inject me into you. Sorry, I'm such a … Continue reading Bandage – a poem about………..
Mental wounds don’t always heal. Not permanently anyway, they can remain prominent and so fragile, splitting open at the mere faintest of touches, pouring out negative emotions and abhorrent imagery, until we begin to fall into the cold waters of despair. Sometimes, we can fight against the tides of misery, swimming towards the glimmering surface, … Continue reading The Man Who Cannot Swim – a poem about………..
When you get too near can you not see the tear that exists on my face as if tattooed in place. It trickles down my skin exposing what is felt within illustrating that all's not well reminding me that I'm in hell. Separating what is whole dividing me from my soul killing what I feel … Continue reading I Do Not Want This – a poem about………
Separated into fragments broken and irregular distorted by darkened memories burned so black they're now irrelevant waiting for you to appear to embrace me with your tenderness. Some days, I do feel better though I still wander blindly onward hoping that you will hold my hand show me what I cannot see to recognise what … Continue reading Jigsaw Puzzle – a poem about……….
See me naked then take away my damaged skin allow your fingers to penetrate until you find my heart lost within. When you have found me please let me know so that I can live help me realise there is so much more that I can give. Deep inside of me lives a being so … Continue reading Damaged Skin – a poem about……