Ghostly paroxysmal

Heavy is the pain bearing down on me;
I carry the weight of a thousand stones
on this fragile body.

*A journey to take,
its necessity questionable;
so difficult to bear...*

Each step I take becomes more
and more agonising.
My heart is burdened
confused
torn in so many places,
the crimson disgracing my blouse.

What's my inspiration for carrying on?
What is there waiting for me
on the other side of
this torment?
What is there left to do
when you've been deserted
when you've let so many down
when you've hurt the people
who mean more than anything to you,
who have changed your life
in the most magnificent ways?

Broken is my armour
due to this arduous battle,
its incessancy draining
my body whole, leaving me
lifeless
cold
pale
invisible.

There's nothing left for me to say
or do.
Unable to think clearly,
I stumble through my days paroxysmally,
just barely getting by
before hitting rock bottom.

En dépit de ce que vous pensez,
vous représentez le monde pour moi.
Et je suis tellement désolée
pour tout.
*Mais, peut-être
il vaut le mieux que tu m'oublies...*



Poetry by lexie
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Written on 2011-07-01 at 04:50

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
Despite this text being fairly self-absorbed it is still very well written and I would have thought worthy of more attention than it has received.

Thanks for sharing - that is, after all, one big reason for writing in the first place.
2012-07-02