Below is the poem entitled Dying with a Smile which was written by poet
Muir. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Love is an unspoken form of maschism
And it's slowly killing me inside.
Each minute of silence
A lost beat of my heart.
My ribs are all knives now
Stabbing my flesh and making it bleed.
My heart feels vast, hollow
Like a hundred story skyscraper-
its residents packed up and left suddenly with out so much as a note on the door
And their rent unpaid.
And each day my skin screams and tries to escape my body and I saw at it with broken glass in an attempt to set it free but I can't.
I am trapped.
And our love is the five ton anchor pulling me beneath the waves.
Our love is the air bubbles frothing from my mouth and the cries of my lungs as they are
filled with the sea.
And our love is the smile on my face that doesn't dare fade despite the pain.
Our love is the hope that soon
I won't need to breathe.
That the chains will break and set me free
To wash ashore with the millions of others and watch them stand up and brush the sand from their hair and turn to bask in the sun's embrace.
Our love is what breaks my legs, keeps my back to the sun and my eyes locked on the dark waters in the hopes that you will emerge and grasp my hand and help me stand!
Our love will starve me
And burn me
And deprive me of sleep.
I will die for our love before I leave this shore without you by my side.
I can smile for once without the pain.