PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Words-

wish I had something

to say

Nothing to say

Could I but write

one line

It would be alright

put back the pieces

and dream again

White-

Blank-

the page glares

back at me

And I wonder

When did the words die?

When did I die inside?

It doesn't even hurt

anymore

God-

I wish it did

Pain-

make me feel alive

make me feel alive

Someone touch me

Beat me

Rape me

Cure me

But even with you

I walk alone

I cannot shake the feeling

that I've died

Am I here at all?

Or is that just

my shadow?

I look in the mirror

try to touch her

inspire

breathe

live

but the tears run down

her face

the blood runs down

her arms

and Death stares back at me