A good mood?

Canticle

So this is new...

What is it?

the loss,

the weary,

the cost,

I'm cheery.

It's unusual for me to be happy,

It's been so long,

I forgot how it feels,

I feel like I could run to hong kong.

After all this time,

its built up for this.

I can't explain, but I can't tell if I like it.

Do I miss the pain?

It felt like I had meaning for once.

Where I could use my joy to help others,

but now I feel like doing the opposite.

I feel selfish, I feel like I don't deserve it.

Suddenly I'm anxious,

as if this "good feeling"

makes me feel worse.

What is this?

The walls!

Why are they closing?

I scream for help,

no one answers.

I go for the way out,

It won't budge.

Why? Why? Why?

I can't take it.

Hey!

That's too close! Get away!

Why are you grabbing me?

What is this? Why am I here? Who are you?

I can't see! Please leave me alone!

YOU CANT CONTROL ME!

Abruptly,

there is a light.

Shall I follow?

Shall I rot in darkness?

Or discover the unknown?

The light somehow feels dark.

Again: I am grabbed.

Let go! Why must you do this!

It guides me with force,

Dragging me down,

I try to fight,

but I am not strong,

a hand reaches out from the light for help,

I reach,

but I slip,

the darkness drags me down.

I fall to my knees and give up,

All of the sudden,

My wrists,

they bleed,

my skin,

is pale.

Where am I? I ask,

no response.

I cry,

with no tears.

My legs,

they're chained, I reach to unlock them,

but I am stuck.

It's hot, its dark...

I'm so scared.

What have I done?

Why have I let these demons control me?

They used the darkness and my fear to drag me to HELL!

And here I sit with pain yet again.

And I realize how much I miss the happiness.

 

I wake,

a knife in my hand,

against my wrist.

Almost some blood.

The knife falls,

me along with it.

I scream,

no one heard it,

I cry,

no one heard it,

I scream again,

no one heard it.

I stop and remember,

I'm home alone.

They aren't here,

Thank god. I was so close.

I couldn't imagine what they would think,

how I came so close.

I think, what a good mood.

 

 

  • Author: Henry Canticle (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 24th, 2019 22:34
  • Comment from author about the poem: Okay this is a bit different but this is how I felt in the moment.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 30
  • User favorite of this poem: sylviasearcher.
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Comments2

  • sylviasearcher

    I think you capture something here about the fight between light and dark and the lack of simplicity in knowing whether one path is right and the other wrong. Is darkness bad? What is the light that controls us? Is it the light that makes the happiness uneasy or is it the dark?

    Why are do many people afraid of the dark?

    Hope me waffling here is okay.
    Hope you are feeling some release of relief after writing this.

    Keep writing it out. That is how I learn what I need.

    • Canticle

      Don't worry your waffling is okay. And after I wrote this i did feel a bit better and I even had some of the same random thoughts in my head after I finished it. Thank you!

      • sylviasearcher

        😌🌈

      • vvnrose

        INSightful comment sylviaseacher. Enjoyed reading this poem.

        • Canticle

          Thank you!



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