Let me breathe, quit clutching my ankles and dragging me beneath the waves and strangling me with your lies.
Don't entrap me with your glares and think me a fool for trying..
I stand on front lines with knives in my back for fear they'd find your heart.
In no way can I defend my name and come out alive, I drink in my wounds and save hope for aid.
Though I know many stand with me my fight shall be solo.
None can save a heart from a mind, the internal war leaves a soul to shiver behind bars.
Encouragement suffocated by the hefty rags of sin already soaked with my tears.
Can a heart in hell beat like rhythm or is it a solemn bell that tolls for me?
YOU ARE READING
Words I've Kept
PoetryThis is my coping mechanism. I love poetry and feel like it's the only anchor for me some days. I thank those who have me strength to share. I write about Trauma and dark moments of my life so if those aren't for you neither is this.
