Poetry Collection

The Blame

It’s a twisted web I’ve woven,

Spun thick with unseen razors.

A world I’ve fabricated,

Bound to be bitterly broken.

My life is glued together with sticky tendrils of regret,

Every memory is fragmented by one single jagged edge.

It was my own inner demons who culled every smile.

The blame for every tear drop lies behind my eyes.

Too many fragile friendships,

And fallen family members.

I’ve watched too many die.

Little did I know; it was I who gave the killing blows.

Now as the frozen fingers of my clock ticks upon midnight,

I lie awake as my heart beats venom and my thoughts devour me.

Hateful words I said replay in my mind,

Defying the barriers of time, I relive each mistake until they’re burned into my thoughts with a searing hot iron.

I lived in hopeless oblivion,

Until I destroyed myself with perfected ignorance.

Now I’m painfully aware, trapped in a dungeon of my own torturous devices,

It was my mistakes that costed me everything I held dear.

There’s only one who holds the blame,

For every sob I’ve echoed and all my broken cries,

It was I all along.

 Just me who acted wrong.