Monday, April 16, 2012

Can I try?


Each slow, shallow breath I take
Sends me closer towards my fate.
My mind races with my heart, and fails to refrain
From creating a never ending cycle of lustful pain.


I clench this knife with an ambivalent grasp,
Letting it carve into my flesh as I let out a silent gasp.
Desperate for comfort, the silence feigns screams
As the blade reassures me this in not a dream.


I give into each corrupt desire,
I give into my every failure.


Am I dead or alive?
Am I reality deprived?
Can I feel? Can I cry?
Can I simply try?

8 comments:

  1. Blade against flesh to pull us back to reality. This is woven beautifully.

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  2. Intense, heart-stopping piece...wow, just wow.

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  3. Beautiful, I understand how you feel. I know what it feels like to crave the pain. How all you want to do is cry but nothing comes out.

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    1. Thank you. I'm sorry to hear you understand it though....If you ever need someone to talk to I'm here :)

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  4. Your poetry is beautiful and so I have nominated you for the versatile blogger award! The rules are on my homepage. Please do accept!
    Congratzz!

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    1. Wow thank you <3 And where on your page, I can't seem to find it?

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