Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Bloody hands, losing my grip. 
How much longer can I hold on ? 
Swollen glands, feeling sick. 
My hope is going... going... gone. 

Weak in my knees, I can’t stand. 
I ned you, please. The only thing I demand. 
Except I’m in no position to be demanding. 
I was lucky to have stuck my landing. 
When I fell for you; 
I landed roughly on the ground, 
then fell right through. 

I think I might be 50ft down, by now. 
In my regret, forever I drowned in. 
Stuck alone in the dark, I even hear it growl. 
My regret eats my alive,
piece by piece. 
I couldn’t even be sedated, at least. 

When will it be full?
Does it ever have enough? 
Its been years, and years...
it’s still chewing on my love. 

The love I have left for you, 
that tortures me inside; 
but now it’s being chewed on, 
while watching me cry. 

It tears my heart out, 
yet can still never sympathize. 
I’m heartless, yet so love sick. 
He will never realize. 

I’ve thought about telling him, 
I wrote it all out. 
4 pages of what sounds like a growing obsession. 
I’m not obsessed, but holding it in makes me need to shout. 

My skin is rubbing off, from all of this friction. 
Holding on is making me weak. 
Why can’t this all be fiction? 

I need to let go, before there’s nothing left. 
I need to let go, or this could be my end.  
Sadly, it’s not. I’m still trying to move on. 
I’m struggling to reach the surface, 
drowning in this pond. 

In a swamp, full of regret. 
They could try to fish me out, 
but with my luck, I’ll fall through the net. 
They could dive down to get me; 
but by then, I’ll no longer be. 
They won’t be able to find my body,  
cause a beast named regret, swam up and gobbled me. 
Swallowed me. 
It finally finished me up. 
It swallowed my love, 
and came for the rest of me. 
Maybe if I held on, I still be alive. 
I’d only be suffering though. 
How is that life ?