written on 2014-07-23
from the confort of his arms,
from the grasp of his hands,
from that secure place below his neck.
I fell without sound,
smashing into a thousand pieces yet whole,
broken beyond repair,
but not a drop of blood fell.
My heart froze for some time,
allowing itself a moment to take it all in,
and then started beating frantically,
aware of the disaster it has witnessed.
I fell not without reason.
He let go of the hand which used to hold me,
pushing me away from his proximity,
driving further and further until i tumbled into a hole,
a void from which I have no hope of surfacing.
He witnessed my fall,
that same merciless expression on his face,
banishing me without pity and remorse,
reveling in my pain.
This pain I fear to endure for a lifetime,
no other hand to save me from this pool of despair,
no way out and no ray of hope.
He turned on his heels,
his problem now gone,
thankful for the unburdened air he can breathe again.
I watch his retreating back,
still on the place where I fell,
still twisted and smashed to nothingness,
thinking what a waste of my life he really was.
Poetry by myst_ery
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Written on 2015-04-28 at 11:57
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I fell
I fell again,from the confort of his arms,
from the grasp of his hands,
from that secure place below his neck.
I fell without sound,
smashing into a thousand pieces yet whole,
broken beyond repair,
but not a drop of blood fell.
My heart froze for some time,
allowing itself a moment to take it all in,
and then started beating frantically,
aware of the disaster it has witnessed.
I fell not without reason.
He let go of the hand which used to hold me,
pushing me away from his proximity,
driving further and further until i tumbled into a hole,
a void from which I have no hope of surfacing.
He witnessed my fall,
that same merciless expression on his face,
banishing me without pity and remorse,
reveling in my pain.
This pain I fear to endure for a lifetime,
no other hand to save me from this pool of despair,
no way out and no ray of hope.
He turned on his heels,
his problem now gone,
thankful for the unburdened air he can breathe again.
I watch his retreating back,
still on the place where I fell,
still twisted and smashed to nothingness,
thinking what a waste of my life he really was.
Poetry by myst_ery
Read 693 times
Written on 2015-04-28 at 11:57
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