Get away!

I don’t have room for sympathy
For you
Or empathy
It’s been torture
All these times going round my head
Through cycles of anger and apologetic sorrow
I can’t do it anymore
Not today, not tomorrow
I cared too much
And you walk over me like I’m dirt on your shoe
I’m supposed to feel for you
“He’s ill” they say
Well, I can’t care anymore!
Get the fuck away!
GET THE FUCK AWAY

 

Dragonfish

Inspired by a story I’ve been working on for a couple of years now, comes the following poetry:

The world is a sheet of hazy blue

but that still won’t keep me from you

oceans wide, oceans apart

where did we depart?

Why, Jessica, are the jitter bugs in you

when you’re having the time of your life

watching me trying to ignite

do you see I’m just a dragonfish

blind, but trying to become light?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hell

I can’t find my place

even among misfits

want out of this race

got no path I can see to trace

and I don’t think I can

be the man

I thought I wanted to be anyway

courage is not known by me

he’s simply a stranger I know I could never be

I don’t want to live inside myself

I’m my own misfortune, my own hell

sometimes I dare to think I could even dream

but then I fall back down to earth

and I see

I am not the man I sought to be

And I wish taking a life would be easier

because one more day inside this skin

is just endless torture.

Dysania

The sun rises
And I’ve had a night of it
Turning the sheets
the way of turmoil
feeling beat
And I won’t rise again
Feeling the sun rays penetrate
the gaps between the blinds and the sill
and I lay still
waiting…

Waiting with time I don’t even want to kill
hoping I can win out
Against natural urges
just lay here alone, hidden
No one hear a word or a breath
Just lay here trying to be dead

© Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 August