I am the silent screams
that fall from pain-numbed lips.
Full of words that burn to be heard,
but so scared that my words
will turn to a blaze,
igniting me and those I love
in the flames.
I fear what may slip,
If the embers start to spit.
Eviscerating the hope I try to hold within.
I'm trapped here
Just me and these welled up tears,
which threatened to burst
like a dam smashing out of me.
I see other people,
but they are like ghosts.
Smeared around the edges,
homeward they float.
I'm surveying the blue privacy screens,
the monitor beeping, the machine
with numbers that mean nothing to me,
except that things inside
are not quite how they should be.
I'm seeing glimpses of faces,
just as distant and as lost
as I feel. My pulse races.
Vampires sucking blood
at every chance they can get,
pinprick arms, inkblot skin.
Lone hours wept
trying to stop bad thoughts creeping in.
In wards of inwardly aimed self-neglect,
I just let time pass. My signal falls
No mayday to call, no one hears me gurgle
through the wash of liquidity
clogging my lung walls.
I call again. Gasped nothings swirl out.
Nothing will connect.
I'm just here waiting for the reaper
To come, my soul to collect.
Can I survive this night? I’m full of doubt.
I’m waiting for anything at all.
A moment of clarity befalls.
Breathlessly gasping,
mind climbing the walls
but I know
deep within
that each passing moment,
every fleeting beat of my reaching heart,
puts me a little closer
to where better feelings start.
Thanks for reading
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"Tales from the 44A" and "Stations
here
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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