Awakening, my arms ache
Am cut? ...
No burnt...
familiar, hot, seared flesh
seared to my mind
gasping , ragged breathe
and know life
After 10yrs did I drink?
Yes
Smoke? ... will take what you have...
hands clutch the floor
broken glass, spilled wine
Will it calm?
Stop the voices
Your pills, your powder
taste, lick, smell
I breathe them in
combine them
and curl in death?
Do the demons of guilt bite at my feet?
Its ok, they are puppies to me
We are old friends.
Am cut? ...
No burnt...
familiar, hot, seared flesh
seared to my mind
gasping , ragged breathe
and know life
After 10yrs did I drink?
Yes
Smoke? ... will take what you have...
hands clutch the floor
broken glass, spilled wine
Will it calm?
Stop the voices
Your pills, your powder
taste, lick, smell
I breathe them in
combine them
and curl in death?
Do the demons of guilt bite at my feet?
Its ok, they are puppies to me
We are old friends.
6 comments:
Shivers, this is exactly how I'm feeling.
And the verification word below is 'upain' - freaky
Xx
This image suits both the poems very well!!!
I love the way you've not given all the details away but still prompted them. Nice job!!!
Well done!!! Keep writing!!!
Very freaky Muzik... hang in there love, not a good head space to be in...x love ya
Entirely prompted Bros, and entertwined... not many slip through my 3 worlds as you do...
This is something..really something..Powerful words from your side....
Well done
-Rahul
Thanks Rahul, I keep tweaking the words but it is an expression of how things are..
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