I’m out of words
My jar of
vocabulary is empty
Hollow
Void
Like my heart
If only my mind
would join the party
Switch off and
allow the thoughts to drain away
The feelings I don’t
want to feel
The memories that
make me want to
Scrub away at
myself
So hard that my
skin disintegrates
And I am nothing
left
The blood, circling
the drain
Like a crimson
tornado
Round and round
My very essence
Being drained
away
Giving life to
others
My body is not my
own
After so long I was
foolish
Naïve
I thought I finally
owned my self
But I don’t
I never have
I’m just an
object
A prized
possession
Kept hidden away
Until I’m needed
And used
And put away
again
Until next time
There’s always a
next time.
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