I punish myself
constantly.
I remind myself that no,
that I am nobody.
Silence.
I wait.
Yesterday, son of rigor.
Today, father of patience.
I am aware
that the day of disaster is not mine.
The guilt of the cycle hurts me more.
I did it again.
I destroyed everything.
To the point of begging them to stay.
Don't leave me alone with myself.
I'm in danger!
Spilled blood,
tears, and madness.
The murderer escaped,
the gun, in his hand,
says no more.
I'll trade you all my days for a little piece of paper
that says you forgive me.
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Damaso (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The shadow of the day of disaster will follow me under the bed. DON'T LEAVE ME! DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE! I'M IN DANGER...
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Comments1
Such passion in this poem it speaks raw and bleeding. With bloody hands the poem is crafted. A fave
Thank you so much for stopping by. This vomit speaks of regret and the realization that the guilt will be eternal. Thank you also for the words of encouragement. Best regards.
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