Running in circles,
You fall,
Digging deeper,
Confused.
Lost.
Your lost.
Breathing…
Seeing…
Heart beating…
Blood rushing through your veins.
But what is this filth that your breathing?
What is this desecration that your seeing?
Why is your heart beating when you don’t really live?
Why is your blood flowing when you can’t understand your life or what’s left of it?
Life…
Living a terminal disease,
Everyday you live your moving closer to dying.
Try and show yourself why…
You don’t know why…
You can’t find the truth.
You don’t know where your going.
People lose your trust.
But who are you to trust when you can’t even trust yourself?
Your psyche telling you your wrong.
Your confused…
This lie of life,
This truth of death, conniving people…
You turn and see hungry smiles,
Wicked grins,
Waiting to devour your soul…
Collapse those lungs that breathe…
Dig out those eyes that see…
Cut out that heart that beats…
Release all that blood coursing through your veins,
Waiting to escape…
To be free.
To go anywhere else.
Just like you.
Waiting for a release from this monotone,
This circle you walk…
Longing for freedom…
Your never free.
6 comments
Amazing
Thank you
Beautiful and honest poem, as usual.
These are my favorite lines:
“Cut out that heart that beats…
Release all that blood coursing through your veins,
Waiting to escape…
To be free.
To go anywhere else.
Just like you”
PS: I replied your comment about tattoos.
Thank you Tristeza, I’m sure I will be posting many more. It helps me to write. I don’t think I have a favorite part though…
“Why is your heart beating when you don’t really live?” I have often wondered this about myself. Good poem.
Thank you I wonder it all the time.