I am awake like I was yesterday
captured in the grip of insomnia
from the venom of lost romance.
I lay in this hospital bed
thinking I am best off dead
wishing my pulse would stop.
My life has turned into a tragedy
and I have practiced
a form of self genocide
with a scalpel to my soul.
I am frozen
in the toxic
lie of life.
They give me pills
and swear to me
there is a tomorrow.
I just want the moon
to fall down on me.
Let the lover
who has frozen
my heart solid
shatter it to tiny prisms
across the ground.
In a list
A contest entry
- Darkest ever writes by Irish Fang.
600 points, ended August 8, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Whoa!
Such a sad and powerful write. Very well done. Best of luck in the contest.
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Oh dear this is a memory I would want to let go of.
C
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u is going to make me write another poem
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