For Peace

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Well... it's not exactly a poem... but I didn't feel like it was a story either, so I guess it's nothing. It's an epic fail, but please read and give me constructive feedback!! Thanks.

Submitted: June 15, 2010

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A long, mournful sigh.
All air deserts my body,
My lungs sting with remorse.
My heart thuds a slow, empty pattern,
Trying to find a reason to keep beating.
 I should cry,
My body registers nothing but silence,
Numbness.
 
My body melts away,
My brain ceases to exist,
My heart no longer thuds with the fatal tempo of death,
And my pain is me.
It consumes me,
It empowers me;
It becomes me.
 
Sound, faint but existent,
Panicked voices surround me,
I hear a sobbing.
I worry.
 
Who is it? Why are they sad?
 
I can feel their pain, it burns me.
The sobbing grows louder; my ears can’t take the pain of the sound...
It’s killing me,
It aches,
It pulls;
My chest is ripping!
 
A shadow moves.
 
The sobbing is me.
I feel it,
Now,
Within my soul;
I can feel again!
 
The pain is small now,
 But excruciating.
Why is nobody helping?
 
I can’t see.
 
I don’t know.
 
My hands, I feel them!
They yearn for help, they gripe at thick, murderous air;
Air we trusted,
We breathed,
Yet it has the ability to elude us,
To laugh in our faces at its possessive abilities;
Knowing that we cannot live without it.
Knowing that all I want is nothing.
 
I want to stop the air;
For closure;
For death;
For peace.


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