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Ensanguine perfection

As I couldn't sleep
I decided to take a walk in my head
Everything is dead.
I walked through the dark sweeping my arms
By I found nothing
I don't know why I am so empty
But the vacuum in my head has become so heavy
I can't figure out what's wrong with me

 

HELP ME FIND
SOME PEACE OF MIND
IT HURTS THIS STRAIN
ON MY SCREAMING BRAIN
IM LOST AND IM LONELY
WHO DO I TURN TO
EVERYTHING IS GONE
IT ALL LEFT IN A HURRY

 

It heard the beat of my cold heart
It felt the air settle around me
There's nothing to cover up the noise
Of everyone around me breathing
But just barely living.

We're making a product of something faceless
Are we incapable of dressing ourselves?!
The stain on my pillow
Is from tears of the past
Showing the future ones where to land.

 

HELP ME FILL MY HEAD WITH MORE LIFE
THE VACUUM BLOCKS OUT ALL THE LIGHT
THE STRAIN
PLEASE STOP THIS RAIN
THE SUNLIGHT IS NEEDED
IM GOING INSANE

 

  • Author: Ensanguine perfection (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 17th, 2016 09:06
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is just something I wrote when I was feeling strong emotions. It is actually a song and what I like about it is that it can be a poem too. You don't have to like it but it's mine and nothing will change that. So love it or hate it nothing's goin to change.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 31
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Comments2

  • rrodriguez

    I liked your poem.

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    WELCOME EP ~ and thanks for very sad and searching first poem ! Because it has rhythm (and usually rhyme) every song is a poem ~ but alas not every poem is a song ! Sometimes reality escapes us and we become empty and drained and (as you say) we feel lost and lonely! In your last stanza you reach out: HELP ME FILL MY HEAD WITH MORE LIFE ....... I'M GOING INSANE Many of us reading this poem are old enough (33) to empathise and my experience is ~ if I shake myself and count my blessings (family ~ friends ~ flat etc) the "black dog" goes away for a while. Thank for sharing ~ I found it cathartic ! Yours BRIAN

    • Ensanguine perfection

      Thank you very much! Thank you for putting time into your comment. I'm glad you enjoyed and relate with my poem.



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