A stitch
steady as my heartbeat,
pulls constantly in my chest.
Were it to stop,
I wonder if I would notice?
A headache
relentless and pained,
crushes my mind
in a vise
deliberately breaking my concentration.
An incessant rolling
of my guts weakens my
body, robbing me
Of stability and
Faith.
Everything hurts.
I find I grit my teeth so often,
At night {when I sleep at all}
that
My jaw frequently throbs,
A dull, heavy pang.
My hair screams
When I brush it,
A living dead piece of me
That falls out into the
Sink.
Shield my wearied eyes,
Bloodshot and murderous.
I cannot meet another’s gaze now
Because I have lost myself
And cannot seem to be found.
Author notes
AP Name: Bean Sidhe
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A contest entry
- Broken Sadness by SunDew.
1200 points, ended February 26, 54 entries
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Comments
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bean sidhe
This is an excellent poem! I like the line, "A living dead piece of me". This is remarkably close to how I feel when I'm around my mother, too. Like I'm forever lost, even to myself.
Thank you for sharing & good luck!
~Bright
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Heart stabbing beautiful. The description of the stitch in your chest was great. I found the image of the hair screaming as it falls into the drain had me running my hand through my own. Bravo babe, very well written.
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Such red raw description of deep seated pain .. that manifests through every pore.. drenched .. saturated ..
I'm waving hope you can see me dear sidhe .. Hugs Lib x x
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