Choking On Life, Living On Death

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem is about abuse and doubt in God. Yes, I know how it feels, and I know this will probably get a lot of comments about that.

Submitted: June 02, 2008

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The sky goes dark, my world turns grey
It isn't just the end of another day
Here he comes, the bottle in his hand
His eyes are alight, his heart made of sand
I can't survive another war
But he doesn't care all he wants is more
 
Curling into what little defense I can
His hands ball up as well, he's no longer a man
Squinting my eyes tight to endure the pain
What is he hoping to gain?
Soon my world is stained red
I can't hope to retreat to my bed
 
Shards of the bottle lay scattered on the floor
And my blood stains my bedroom door
Finally it's over, he's fallen asleep
I can't breathe in relief, I'm in too deep
My life flows crimson over me
I watch it with a fading edge- soon I cannot see
 
My extremities go numb, I cannot feel a thing
But isn't that what I've been wishing God to bring?
If He were everything, would he truly hurt me this way?
Does He even hear what I have to say?
I cough- more of my life, draining away
I'm so tired: I will sleep, but just for today...
 
Choking on life
Like living on death


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