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Tia Wheeler Poem
Drip, drop.
The tub is drenched…
With a messy substance
That’s red and thick.
Why can’t you just believe in me?
In what I am,
In what I’m not.
Why can’t that just be enough?
Why have I never had the courage
Had the strength
To look in the mirror
And look this monster in the eyes…
Tell her what I think of her…
How she makes me feel inside.
The continuation
Of this mutilation
Gives her a sense of control
And power…
How I so long for that
Sense of control.
Now I know,
Who the enemy is
The confirmation
of my deprivation
Is complete.
Tears on my face…
I can barely feel it.
At least I know that you cared enough
To cry for me…
Drip, drop.
Copyright © Tia Wheeler | Year Posted 2005
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The dagger of your words cut across my skin
Like a knife.
Swift as an eagle
The pain sears through my body…
I lust for it
A cooling sensation engulfs me
Wrapping me in temporary bliss.
The scars afterward or not a hindrance,
Simply decoration.
Tears fall
Slowly I drift down from my cloud
Of wonderful pain.
Now I feel nothing
But numbness
And utterly alone.
Still I hear your voice
That refuses to be shaken…
Pick up the pieces of yourself.
Copyright © Tia Wheeler | Year Posted 2005
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Tia Wheeler Poem
Sinking
Into myself
My comfort zone is dark
I create art.
With patterns of blood across my skin.
Critics say it’s depressing
Lonely
Sad
As is my heart
My soul
Cold.
I wonder if this will sell?
The river is black with poison
The pool marvelous shades of red.
Through my lips, the tears are salty
As are my wounds
That burn
Like fire.
Deeper I go
Into the darker corners
Of my mind
Twisting and turning
Even I don’t know
What’s next
Critics call it lunacy
However originality cannot be sane
I call it passion
Obsession
Connection
With the art
It is my life
My death.
Splattering the canvas
A darker shade of red
Oblivious to everything but
My work
I marvel at my creativity,
I’ve come so far
But I’ve gone nowhere.
Depressed
Distressed
An artist nonetheless
The song is sung
The drum stopped beating
Critics said it was too loud anyway.
Scary
Distant
I’m limp and cold
A masterpiece at last
Sold.
Copyright © Tia Wheeler | Year Posted 2005
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What is there in the dark
That I have to fear?
Besides the blanket of shadows
That engulf me
I contemplate my situation
And there is no solution
But to perish.
The candle of hope
Is snuffed out by the kiss of death.
Blood drips to the barren earth
That is my prison.
Falling limply,
No one hears me screaming
As I kneel in the dark
Alone and fearful,
Frozen and waiting…
Lost souls surround me, crying
Save us from ourselves.
This is not what I have to fear
I am indifferent
For this is uncaring reality.
Copyright © Tia Wheeler | Year Posted 2005
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