I’m terrified I’ll want to die
When the news travels down
The grapevine
I’ve been to that place
I’ve had my neck in the rope
I’m scared I’ll still fight
Against my own conscious will
When it comes to the kill.
mental anguish
These broken parts
These broken parts
Frayed hearts
I feel it all
Take it as my own
Rocking like a child
On a rocking horse
Trying to ease everyone’s bleeding wounds
Upon my flesh
Lash after lash
A scar to seal what’s passed
Wondering which will be the last
© Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 September
