I cannot stop bleeding.
My heart is dry,
my mind is shattered, my body is tired! Fighting an infinite war, not even the dim fire within me can win a victory. Stuck in this horrible warped reality. Years have longed, and nothing is better.
Can't you see the wounds that seep through my clothing? The reddening darkens, yet all sensation has vanquished, and devastation overcomes. The trenches fifty foot deep, trapped, tortured and tearful. The walls are closing in mercilessly. Suffocating as time goes on, my cries slowly no longer. A crowd overseeing the misery I endure, screaming for mercy they cannot hear.
The bloodshed is overbearing, flowing and flowing it continuously goes. Paralysis is the only one that comforts me, day by day, hour by hour I cannot stop bleeding. The sun rises and sets, but the darkness is all that is known. End my misery, combat on repeat. O Please!
My lungs are flooded with despair and hopelessness, I shall no longer fight this trembling war! Can't you see the defeated soul behind these eyes? Come find me kind Sir who has the cure, I thought as much... Blackening Silence the new normal, killing whatever life I had left. It is time I say, time to lay down my worn-out sword.
Entombed to my core, finally, my vessel reflects my internal being. Multiple persons cry and mourn, prayers and offerings begin. Sorrow and forever sadness now also flow in between my kin.
I ask though... Couldn't you see the wounds I wore, the pain I bared or the tears that were slipped? Please! I cannot stop bleeding.
JE LEEST
A Longing.
PoëzieDisclaimer: This is a poem that I wrote trying to explore a persona and try to give as much spotlight as possible of Mental Illness. I hope I do not offend anyone, I just wanted to try a different area of writing. I hope this is shared in hopes tha...
