Poems of Pain and Solitude

I can't breathe.

They tightened their fingers

Around my throat, claws out

And sinking deep within me like a ship

Dropping into the depths of the oceans.

I can't breathe,

Drowning in all of these horrendous fears,

Strangled by these calamitous pains,

Crying in this gray monstrous storm.

Yelling in vain the air out of my lungs,

As my heart shrinks in all

Of this growing hurt, they blow and expand,

Filling up the space in my soul.

I'm choking in all of these memories,

This desperate sorrow yelling in this tempest,

Afflicted by these dusk gripping shadows,

As the dark beckons and everything is a blur of agony.

I'm suffocating in this fluttering tenebrosity,

They welter, strangle, lunge, surge

In this mess, in these waters of pained tears

Fighting this defeat, flailing in the ocean's dark.

And a broken heart being smothered in regrets,

And an empty soul being stifled in the smoke of grief,

And a tired body being throttled by bitterness,

And a worn out mind fighting it all in tremors.

They clasp my throat,

And take all of the space in my heart,

Inhale all of the air as I gag in this storm,

Pain sinking in like ship wrecks.

You were that one lifeboat,

That little wooden piece I was clinging to

When the storms came,

And you saved my heart from these whirling winds.

But now that you're gone,

Now that I'm empty and drained

From this energy and this love and light,

My lifeboat is gone. Gone.

And now I'm all alone in this bellicose war,

In these growing pains that are determined,

To eradicate me and suck all the remaining oxygen,

This fight we were all meant to die in.

Life.

This.

Wretched.

Cursed.

Life.