Twist of the Knife
I cry until I have no more tears left to cry.
I feel all the agony until I am numb inside.
I scream until I have nothing left to scream.
But it all comes back, again and again.
A never ending, gaping hole dark and but not empty.
It can never bee filled, a void from which nothing returns.
Swallowed up by the darkness, the emptiness.
Consuming and relentless in it’s pursuit of consumption.
A cut so deep it wont heal.
Every injury I suffer, made fresh with each move.
A stab to my fragile, trusting heart.
A twist of the knife and all is bare.
The walls begin to collapse all around me.
My world is tumbling down, I am frozen, completely.
Paralyzed, unable to move, there's no stopping the defeat.
The decimation that ends my life in this cruel and twisted way.
London bridge is falling down, but not as hard as me.
Copyright © April Woods | Year Posted 2005
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