My mind melts into hell
Slipping away from reality
I feel nothing.
All of me taken.
Fading away.
The mind not in me, goes,
leaving on an unscheduled trip.
Caring not to stop this demise.
Hold on to stay.
Chaos takes over.
Grasping, clawing at nothing.
Skin rips.
It is everything damned seen.
Sorted.
Slipping into hell.
Reaching out to save the soul.
Tenacious only for the pain.
Losing the grip.
Suffer bitch.
Be bound to the ones who fell.
Take the path of the damned.
Twisted.
Lost.
At long last insane.
Space only for all things sour.
Taking hold.
Swallowing my senses.
Death inside leaves only a shell.
Empty but for the lack of light.
Sweeping life out of the way,
captured by darkness.
Pain dense.
Going deeper.
Giving up.
No longer is there a will to fight.
Written by Becky Jo Gibson July 26, 2006 © all rights reserved
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Well written and expressed Great write
Thanks! It was a very dark time. 2006 was a tough year.
Welcome
Hi Becky, The will to fight can happen within a blink of an eye or a whisper of encouragement. It's a deep poem and I'm glad you were able to write your way out of it. Great write!
Yep yep! My will to live is rich. No fight! Nothing takes me there anymore. That was the end of a 35 year relationship. Ouch
"My will to live is rich" I love that, beautiful!
Wow.... I think that your skills are very impressive... Feeling the fire my friend.
Yep yep! Fire is abundant. Thank you so much! My heart is full of fuzz!
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