Poem - Next Time

 

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.