ROSES AT MY FEET, ROSES ON MY TOMB


She's so creative
they say
so gifted with these verses
Resting so beautifully upon the page
Like blood splatters from a tainted mind

Racing heart
Choking breath
Shaking hands
Thoughts of death

These words pour frantically out of me
Ink breathing new life into unspoken thoughts
The desires I now hate and
Demons I must fight
Such an enticing mystery, this struggle
As I draw you in
Giving you a small taste of my nightmare


But it can't replace
This life
This hell I walk in
Everyday
My soul battered and bruised
As I'm brutally reminded of your apathy
I fight
To see something other than the pain
I don't want to feel anymore

I don't want to hurt
I don't want to try
I don't want to bleed
I don't want to lie
I don't want to scream
I don't want to cry
I don't want to live
I don't want to

DIE



copyright Amy Pelletier (2008)