Black
I come forth, black and lost
Broken for always inside
No reason to live
Tired of wasting my time
No answer for the question why
No reason to think there would be
Bleeding inside where no one can see
Shoved down in the smallest hole
So no one could ever see the pain
This time it's gone way too far
If I don't do it now it'll be too late
Never look back
Just do what I have to do
No worries of how this might end
No fears of what this might happen to
Nothing's wrong
Everything's fine
That's what the voices tell me
When they're burning my insides
A cold steel taste
Tingles my tongue to parts
Drags along my face
Drawings of red on my walls
A black light
Far on the other side
There is no reason
No answer when I ask why
Written March 4, 2004
Copyright © Kristin Baker | Year Posted 2008
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