The Impending End

Posted: June 16, 2013 in Depressive Poetry, Love Poetry, Painful Poetry
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This I wrote today using an app on my phone, since my PC is broken. I hate typing on a phone. It feels unnatural. I don’t know if I’ve used this title before for another poem. Can’t remember all 2000+ titles. Thanks for the support. Enjoy!
 
The Impending End
 
The seconds to spare were wasted away by the anguish
All that you kept safe close to your heart will soon perish
All of the memories trapped inside the pictures becomes tainted
And the ones inside your mind they turn into heavy burdens.
 
So you have to wash away the sum of what you tattooed in the muscles of your heart
And throw away everything that you locked inside the box of your soul
Each big and tiny detail of what you wanted to treasure forever
Are the ones you have to get rid off
For they no longer affix to your happiness, but to your grief.
 
Time will heal all wounds, but it will take time
And though it might sound redundant, is one of the most brutal of the honest of truths
So all of your choices at hand are either to strangle your hopelessness by drowning your despondency or drinking through it
You’re scraps of what you used to be once
One day is like a thousand glasses shattering, collapsing at you with sharped edges
It cuts through your skin, through your self-esteem, through your health
You’re trying to kill what it’s killing you but it’s murdering rate surpasses yours.
 
So then you try to erase yourself faster than this slowing pace
And you take a dozen pills down with a dozen drinks
Expecting it will have any effect
Hoping it will ease the pain somehow
But all you’re left with is a huge heartache and drunk-fool tears
That later turns into a headache and a heavy nonsensical fear
Just to latch yourself even deeper inside the walls of your shell
And you run with scissors, praying to slip and tumble
Playing fire with dynamites and pulling pins out of grenades
Wishing instead you’d play “think fast” with knives with your ex wife.
 
Still all of these morbid reveries won’t ease the burden on your head,
in your heart, on your shoulders and back
And yet under all of this rocky debris of unlikelihood, there’s a faint glimpse of hope
That things miraculously will get better, and that someday, somehow she’ll be back.
 
Days go in and by
You realize it’s the end of it all
Nothing more to do about it
But to call it quits and fasten your frail body, be ready for the evident fall
Come crashing face down
Nothing but weeping and pouring your tears out
There’s nothing funny about grieving
Nothing to laugh about someone’s suffering
Everybody hurts somehow, in some ways, one day or the next
All we need is time, and space but above it all, what we need most, is love and support.
 
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Comments
  1. crissybwell says:

    This is beautiful, it is heartbreaking and painful and I felt every word of it…but it’s very poetic and it just leaves me with an awe kind of feeling with how well you express yourself in this. It’s quite amazing. I know that life at times seems to through everything at us at once, but just know that you aren’t alone and that you do have just what you need love and support. You are loved and supported always. I love you with all my heart and I am here, you are heard and one day it will get better, just never lose that hope. “Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies”, always remember that, I truly believe it! ❤ ❤ ❤

    • bloodnshadow says:

      Thanks Baby Bee! I love u so much. I felt kind of melancholic and nostalgic today. I encountered a few things of my past, here in my mom’s house. Made me think about the past just passes away, never to return. 😦 …. Anyways, thanks for reading, for the reply and kind words. I love u!

      • crissybwell says:

        No need to thank me, just being honest! 🙂 I love you endlessly. You are right that our past is behind us and we can never get that back, but also just like the past is behind our future is ahead and we don’t know what is written out there. Don’t think about the past and think that it is never going to return, think about the past to build you up and see the good times there and to learn from it and then think about all that is good ahead in the future. Even in bad there can be good to come out of it, though I know it is hard when you are in the midst of so much to see and remember that…but that is what I am here for 😉 Love you!!

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