Hands clutching chest, the beginning of the end,
As the hysteria sets in, delirium completing it.

Rib cage seperates, releasing everything it encased,
All of the shadows made, all of the pain I gave,
Black heart swollen with hate, lungs about the same,
Should have released it yesterday, instead of today.

The pain reaches my neck, sets into my head,
From my spine it sets in, starting it all again.

My skull begins to crack, all of my fears flashback,
All of the history that sat, everything that I kept,
The memories start to bleed black, eyes roll back,
Yesterday wasn't so bad, if only I had been thinking that.

There is no more pain, no more shame, don't be afraid,
The end isn't all that bad when you say what needed to be said.

adding to your poem



you have a creative mind
but yet your looking else where
to search for a new start
as you tend to hold back the
tears and the deep memories
one once had
as tomorrow is just
another day
as of yesterday was
nothing but the past
for the future is ahead
in every where we turn
as glancing through
the hour glass or the
crystalball. we tend to keep
history alive
at least we try to any how
there is always going to be pain
no matter where you look
or do. as we share everything
in our minds

Great pace. Very interesting suggestions of past and present tense. Groovy tone.

Very well done and very much enjoyed, friend.

ouch....my head hurts now

...and that's why it's called creative writing

Very observant, plastic. Nice that you followed it so well, thanks, friend.

Thanks everyone for your compliments, much appreciated as always.

dark read..likeit....
teasingbrunette

Thank you, teasing, much appreciated.

Good write! Definitely a dark one.

Thank you, Mystique, much appreciated as always.