Help! Help! am drowning,
In the violent sea of the promises you never made
you bore me yet you buried me with every breath
your footstep, a dirge to my fragile heart
My heartbeat sycophants with thy footstep as you welcome your presence
the one picture of me smiling is a dream in it’s making
this look of sadness bares no resemblance to the dark hole in the chest you hollowed
It started like a movie with no hopes for a happy ending, then made the nightly news
The scenes play out in slow motion in my head everyday
I don’t know how to fast forward, if I did, I would memorize it
The sheep she led me to wants more than I can speak
If I see a bright light I promise I will follow.
I though the hell was never-ending so I took to my wrist
turns out you were right I am a coward indeed!
tracks meet in your car and complicates my plans for you
even then, your memories like spiked torn in my being
the part you played in reforming my silhouette is the best of your effort
I don’t know what your truth is, if I did I would bury it
Someone, tell me what happened after the first shot
I don’t remember any of it, don’t want to, but tell me
I wish I was innocent in a bad way but I found that i am reticent in my own strength
I wish this heart could bleed out right
I won’t fight it, fight how rare and beautiful it is to merely exist.
One thought on “Dark Hollow”
Such episodes are difficult to write and difficult to read … but these stories must be told and voices given to the voiceless.