...Withered

By SolApathy

Infinity of emotions
Currents stronger than the ocean
I linger in this imbroglio
Unable to cry
Can’t describe why
Poetry can’t embody the chaos in my soul
Every day-- barely getting by
Sun so far from my ebon sky
I want to drift away from this failed life
Into the abyss of thoughtlessness
I pray for a break
Escape
Do I dare to break my vow?
Take the drugs calling to me now
Begging to offer escape in two little pills
Until tomorrow –When I can forget yesterday
How long now have I broken my vow?
I take the pills once more
How much forgotten time?
In the mirror-- I find
Time left me long ago
I swear yesterday I wasn’t old
My wrinkled hands now exposed
I throw the pills in self-enmity
Bitter reciprocity for time forgotten
…My soul withered and rotten…

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Published on Monday, July 10, 2017. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

The passage of time, blinding fast; drugs helped me skip a little too far past...

Comments on "...Withered "

On Monday, July 10, 2017, Drea (1388) wrote:

It feel overwhelming at times. I enjoyed how you conveyed this,
On Monday, July 10, 2017, worm (1149) wrote:

and so life goes on... never perfect, never cared for and certainly never asked for... but we do what we must to suffer the slings and arrows that "life" tosses our way... remember the first four letters in the word "hopelessness" is hope... Be Well! ~worm~
On Monday, July 10, 2017, Devil lyn (345) wrote:

Sometimes the inevitability does more harm than good [MO anyways]; this was emotional with each verse inhibiting depth in meaning.