Breath and Fear (1-3)
By mywristshurt
(before you read, feel free to just comment on one poem, you don't have
to read all 3, im just putting them there that way they won't all be seperate,
and they can be a group. thnx)
#1 (December 29, 2003)
The times I lie awake at night
In the cold corner of my room
all alone
with no one home-
No one except
Breath and
Fear.
With a knife against my
fresh, deep skin
Seems
like,
it is my only friend.
But you're still here
With
every breath,
and all of my fears.
How can we see ourselves
Being who we are-
With all this breathing
and fear that we
have.
How can we take all this misery
And pain?
This
breath I hold so deeply,
so firm.-
And the fear I pray
Will
soon leave me alone..
And maybe,
Just maybe...
I can end here to my dear friends,
Breath and Fear.
#2 (Undated) Near
Scars open then scars close,
When
night comes and night goes.
I keep gasping for air
But my breath
won't come.
I'm tugging at my hair,
Though fear stills me numb.
I shut my eyes,
Hearing voices all over.
Here is every lie
These thoughts stay forever.
For I try to catch my breath,
Although
every minute that I can't,
It gives me fear.
I'll take anything
but death,
As when I get closer take me near.
Shakeing at these
spirits,
And rocking back and forth.
Suprisingly you won't hear
it,
I cant take it anymore.
I try to scream,
Breathing is
fairly hard.
Needing this to be a dream,
Yet fear is what you
give.
Body collapsing at once,
So I cling to the floor.
Wishing
to have a life's ounce,
I'm aching and so sore.
For I try to
catch my breath,
Although every minute I can't
It gives me fear.
I'll take anything but death,
As when I get closer take me near.
#3 (November 11, 2005) Dead
I'm looking around
to find,
That it was all a dream.
My knees start to knock,
I feel like you're here with me.
But your corpse is underneath
the ground,
As dead as dead can be.
Then I hear that breathing
sound,
And fear clings to me.
Motionless, Not even an inch,
I slowly turn and look.
But apparently I'm hearing things,
Because
all I see is that book.
The one that I've read over and over
Ever since you died.
I stare so meaningless at the cover
And
wish I hadn't lied.
The sweat is rolling down my face,
As
I climb back in my bed.
This breath and fear won't be replaced
Because I'm the one that's dead.
Comments on "Breath and Fear (1-3)"
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On Wednesday, April 26, 2006, A poet of madness
(114) wrote:
speechless. i'm speechless. this one gets a fav, cuz all the ones i need to read more than once do. that's what makes them good. if ya wanna talk, dpmail me or talk to me in the chat. i saw a lot of myself in this series.
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On Sunday, April 23, 2006, Dissolving Poet
(560) wrote:
This was just crazy, and I kept holding on wanting to read more, but wanting to escape it's clutches