Trapped Trapped in a glass box, as the world flows by, They don’t see my darkness, for their light hides the shadows from their eyes. I stumble through the dark, light is below me, I thirst to see it, to be swallowed up by luminous flames, But fear my eyes will burn, And in darkness I will be stuck, forever more. I try to destroy it, so I can live free, But the box I hate so much is all I know And all that I inflict upon it Strengthens the box and weakens me. The light is getting brighter, Flames warm my feet, Now I’ve found an escape but This path has no door or stairway, It is a decision, One I cannot decide if I should take Pull the plug? As water fills the tub, and steam fills the air, With my head fills the thoughts of the power i hold. To end my life. And how many paths there are to take And how much pain they would cause me How much pain they would cause other people. I tell myself, to go through with it, That would be cowardly. And i cant bear the thought of her, Walking in, to see, a bathtub filled with the blood she shared with me. I yank out the plug with a pop, stained water slips down the drain, But I go on to live another day. --------------- Image - Natasha Palazzo https://www.flickr.com/photos/olivebrown/ https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/ Bio: Lauren Neville-Hennessy is a 17 year old girl living in Galway, Ireland. She uses poetry as a mindscape, and as her escape. Her struggles with depression and self harm are a common subject for her poetry, and naturally many are dark in nature.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. Archives
April 2024
Categories |