Me, Myself & DIE

by

John  Fuentes

Can a stream of

pouring showers

wash my hurt away?

Can the waters of a bath being drained,

swallow my screams?

Have I died and yet still be breathing?

To what extent am I alive?

When you cry in the rain, people still know you’re crying.

the raindrops don’t disguise the tears very well.

I lost my love today,

she slipped right through my fingers.

Like a whisper spoken too harshly,

the noise destroyed what was most precious to me.

My heart fell in her love and broke it.

Now I am the humpty dumpty

fallen from my high wall.

There’s no glue that can piece my back together.

There are no Band-Aids for my or her wounds.

Time is now menacing and toying with me.

The clouds come,

the shade feels much cooler.

The chill is the shame cast in my reflection.

I can not stare myself in the eyes,

I just see right through me.

I have no home.

I am lost.

I have roamed far into the woods.

I hear the howling.

The fangs of fear sunken into my neck,

I’m poisoned.

I lay amongst the marsh,

creatures of the broken heart lurk and feast on my soul.

No sun to dried the wetlands of my cheeks.

No light in the dark.

Only the echo of a love

that once filled my woods with joy and wonder.

I am the damned.

I am the cursed.

I am my own worst enemy.

I am without my love. 

Tags: Hurt Pain Alone Broken

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