And fragile
And broken
And dead
Oh no, not me
You, who made this bed
To sleep alone, to stay cursed
I haven't come across anything that's worse
Blame me for why
I couldn't survive the vacuum
Of your being
Why your beautiful hell
Didn't do me well
Out of your nothing, I grew out
To find what this life is all about
But you dear, return to bed
Maybe one day you wake up
With a real tear to shed
And I am already, long long gone
All that's left in me, is this spiteful song
To your nothing, I give nothing
The joy of your absence is in my wings.
-Al
- Author: Alan R (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 4th, 2024 08:06
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 14
- Users favorite of this poem: GenXer Shamrocker ☘️
Comments3
Powerful words! And much needed message.
Thanks alot for stopping by and for acknowledging how intense it can be...
Powerfully expressed
To your nothing, I give nothing. I guess if you can escape a narcissist you would be feeling a sense of relief and freedom. They don’t make good partners.
Thanks alot for stopping by, yeah it's been a rough 2022, when I wonder sometimes how hard it was and how I got out of it...it still feels like a miracle.
This is an powerful poem I must say
Thanks for stopping by and for the support
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