When I close my eyes I can see it
I can see you
With your arm against my throat threatening my life
I’m torn between I was dead before your hand was there and I don’t want to die
But in the end I beg you to do it
I beg you to take my breath away
To steal it and with it take my life
The last thing I wanted was to live through this
I never wanted to be a survivor
So when I close my eyes I may not have control
But I have my voice back unlike the first time
I can spit in your face tell you to take it
take what’s left of me and throw it away
You took so much already why leave my life
Take it all
Release me from this feeling
If this body was mine it wasn’t after you touched it
And I no longer want to live on rented property
YOU ARE READING
Whims of a weary traveler
PoetryDo you want to know my life? Do you want to read the whims of a weary traveler? Are you too a lost boy holding the pieces of his life in his hands? Read if you dare know the soul of a wanderer looking for home.
