Breaking point

 

I watch through weary eyes

as breaking point zooms past.

Now in the danger zone.

No safety net to catch,

no tether to pull me back.

I can't say how I feel,

the words just fall to the ground,

leaden, empty and flat.

 

I watch through tired eyes

like a boat capsized

sinking fast.

I feel hopeless, no future,

helplessly flailing.

Treading water to stay afloat

but I'm failing.

Tangled weeds

tugging at flapping feet.

Strangled shouts,

cry for help

but I can't let my voice express this feeling,

the words sound so demeaning.

 

I want the world to stop spinning

for just a second,

give me a chance

to collect my thoughts,

scattered all over the floor

like loose change spilled

from pockets, stuffed and overfilled

with useless memories

and hurtful stories.

I want to let my voice free,

speak of fears

but the words are only there

to assault my ears.

To anyone else

they would sound insecure

like a wasted set of shed tears.

 

I want to peal away the skin

like an orange.

I want my segments

to make sense.

I want them to be

sweet to taste,

as I let them touch

bitter lips.

I want them

to take my pain

and erase It's vicelike grip.

 

I want to pull away,

just float through the world,

a flap of wings on the wind,

a lone bird.

Unseen and unheard,

alone, 

just along for the ride,

catching the waves

of lightning strikes.

Pretending to take this whole circus

in my stride.

but in truth, each day is a struggle

keeping hold of my mind.

 

 

 

 

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