Sunday, 26 October 2014

Oh look, a poem.

A flash of all the memories,
A strike of pain inside,
Just like the wave that hits the sand
And rips it out with the tide.
A broken mind and twisted heart,
A knife right through my spine,
Self-inflicted, as it were;
An accidental suicide.
All is but diminished,
All black, and white, and grey,
A lifeless painting of my world;
A dark and empty space.
The void that only one can fill
Hurts more with every day,
Every day it grows in size
And swallows me like its prey.
So take me to the beach again,
And show me to the sea,
Let me feel you let me go;
Let the waves crash on me.