...Mire

By SolApathy

…Because Summer can’t last forever
Sometimes we think it can, sometimes we think are clever
Deeply mired in the thoughts that can never last
Forever chasing a fading past
My feelings cast
Open now for the world to devour
Will you be the first to take a nibble of this open wound?
Who will be the one to finally consume?
I whisper my answer as I’ve always known
I’ll devour myself as my self-reflection consumes
Every thought, decision, and failure with precision
Slowed only by my indecision
Was I ever worth something—Before I was broken?
Shhh…I don’t want to hear these words, spoken
Repulsed by the very thought I was ever more than a summer breeze
I am consumed by my loathsome, self-depreciating disease
I cut myself with thoughts that no one sees
Vertical lines of the mind bleed thoughts drenched in blood spattered dreams
These mental incisions, carved with immaculate precision
Left little more than a hollow shell
A gateway to my own hell

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Published on Tuesday, August 6, 2019. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

...In my last thoughts I dreamt only of you--A hollow consolation as there is no more me or...you

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On Tuesday, August 6, 2019, Cattarax (216) wrote:

"I cut myself with thoughts that no one sees" ... Absolutely amazingly accurate!! How many of us have scars from something no one else could fathom what the enticer was!! ~*Cat*~

...Mire

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