"Is This My Fate?"

By , Aleppo, Syrian Arab Republic
Feeling dead
This useless life
Everyday the same as the last
A repeating cycle of confusion
The medication of a memory
A current I cannot control.
Like an addicting drug
Running through my veins
And prickling my torn bloody skin.
The past returns
To bring back that pain
My memories feed off nightmares
The never ending flow
Living in the present
But stuck in the past
A place between now and then
This no man's land
Blood tears flow
To my parched swollen gums
My tongue laps for the crimson drops
Trickling down my throat.
Remembering the past
That I've tried and tried
To forget and just leave behind
But haunting my life
Every step that I make
And every tear that I've ever cried.
Sleepless nights
I've tossed and I've turned
Searching my mind for a right
To give up this life
And move on to death
To leave behind the pain I still feel.





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IamtheshyStargirl said...
Jan. 31, 2011 at 4:24 pm

Haurting, dark, kinda like how I felt a few days ago. This is well-written, and beautiful in an underworld sense.

On another note, I really love the photo you chose to accompany the poem, very eye-catching and intriguing :)

 
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