Falling

By Intoxicating Delirium

The way your lips moved
Such a vivid memory
Like a cauterized scar
Your piercing gaze, exemplary

Gasping for air, suffocating
Under a blanket of words
Relentlessly smothering
My vision, blurred

The endless feeling of falling
Never ending falling
The room spinning
My skin crawling

Bile rising in my throat
If there were words to find
They would be vomit
Spewing from my lips, undefined

There's a movie playing
Before my eyes
I remember every detail
Of the scene which I despise

Your inescapable depravity
Has left me open
Heart ripped from my chest
Now an empty cavity

Picked dry from vultures
Watch as they tear apart
Hungry for the last piece
Of my rotting heart

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Published on Tuesday, February 18, 2014. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "Falling"

On Saturday, September 12, 2015, darkheartmagic (81) wrote:

I have come to realize that you are an amazing artist when it comes to words. I've been writing for over 20 years trying to perfect my skill, but within reading your works opens a New chapter in my thoughts. Great write keep up the good work
A former member wrote: All I can say is.....WOW....love this poem you did such an awesome job.
On Monday, February 24, 2014, Melankolia (46) wrote:

Soul-crushing and poignant. Felt the nails digging flesh as I read this. Beautifully written.
On Friday, February 21, 2014, BloodyMercy (64) wrote:

Beautifully crafted - it definitely carries a dark and sad tune as it goes. I liked the structure as well - thanks for posting!
A former member wrote: I feel truely sad for you to know the place you must have been in to pen that piece , Didn't notice when you wrote it , hope it's all gooderer now,
On Wednesday, February 19, 2014, Commander_Cadaver (233) wrote:

Dark and filled with emotion. Nice write and glad to see another writing from you.
On Wednesday, February 19, 2014, PoetessDarkly (693) wrote:

awesome! hope to read more of you soon.
On Wednesday, February 19, 2014, haunted (837) wrote:

wow, or yay! its been awhile since you posted and you did a great job with this one. I think everybody wants a piece of some part of our lives, to be in it, to confuse, to irritate, to make us unhappy and some just take whats left and spit us out. its a frustrated poem it sounds like, and I can feel that. excellent poem Caitlin and keep writing your very good at it, hope to see more of you. awesome!
On Wednesday, February 19, 2014, Numbers Peppelini (74) wrote:

A most cogent and forceful write, that spirals down from some past tense. A heart both forlorn and forsaken . I dare say it is beautifully received. Much like the concerto of a sad violin.