write it down. poems and stories.

Is This What It Means?

A new place.
A new hell.
Ripping apart my foundations.
Throwing away what I strive for.
Absence of all hope.
Nowhere to run,
no way to know.
Is this what it means to lose faith?

Pain.
Tightening around me.
No rest.
No reprieve.
No escape from the one constant.
You can't outrun it.
You can't chase it away.
Only give in.
Is this what it means to know hunger?

Cold and dark, no one around.
No one to see the tears.
Huddle in close.
For there is no help around the corner.
Lost with no way out.
Is this what it means to be alone?

Closing in on me.
Pulling my life from my lips.
Suffocating me.
Defeating me.
Pulling me to it's level.
Taking hold of me.
shredding my will to fight.
Is this what it means to be afraid?

Scream in the night.
Nowhere to hide.
Around every corner.
An endless nightmare.
Unmistakable cries.
The diminished whimper.
Is this what it means to feel agony?

Tears unchecked, unnoticed.
Innocence thrown away.
Blood flowing through a new path.
Guilty pleasure not so pleasant.
Losing everything ounce of dignity.
Fading away from all you hold dear.
Is this what it means to know sorrow?

Fires burn.
Through all the wicked and hateful.
Rampantly devouring all in sight.
Nothing held back.
Love no longer held dear.
Is this what it means to be enraged?

A place of fear.
Devoid of hope.
To rage and hurt.
Seal off the joy of tomorrow for the agony of today.
Filled with sorrow.
Going through it alone.
With no faith that things will get better.
Is this what it means to be human?

No.
To see the world in a new light.
To love, to live, to respect.
But also to cry, to be afraid, to hurt.
To hate, and to forgive.
To be inspired, and to inspire.
To know no regrets.
To take the good with a pinch of salt.
To take the bad with a spoon of sugar.
That is what it means to be human.