Breakdown
These emotions.Like weighted shackles
dragging me back into the icy abyss.
There, so far down
the pressure is too great.
My body remains still and quiet
but my soul is crushed.
I can feel it inside of me,
slowly dying.
I try draining,
purification,
and expression.
All fail at relieving.
There is no cure for this.
Even a memory of absolute bliss
barely dents these chains.
All loved ones around me,
powerless to cease my spiraling decent.
I'm loosing control over this,
and I'm frightened.
I feel as though my last breathe
may be expiring.
Down here
in this trench.
My limbs are limp and stagnant.
My soul is perishing and departing.
And my life,
is ending.
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