Spleen
No matter how much comes out
I keep vomiting up memories meaning nothing
I can't take all of this silence
This emptiness burns my skin
I'm choking
I'm dying
Why are you letting this happen?
How can you stand by and let us die?
Why did you create me?
Is there nothing that can be done to stop this?
We're drowning, J
You're letting us die
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
