Less

I haven’t slept in six nights
Staring into the ceiling
Seeing the hopeless
Catacombs of doubt
Less and less
I am helpless

I am nothing
I am nothing
I am nothing

I can’t spend another night
Alone with myself
My father’s words
Echoing between my ears

You are nothing

You can't do anything

Right

It was like poetry
As I scratched the skin
From my hands
Less
And less
And less
At this rate
I won’t be so anxious

I watched my insides drip
Paranoia onto
The bathroom floor
Where I spent another night
Alone with
My thoughts
Spilling them
Into the sink
Until I couldn’t taste
The blood anymore
Strong liquor blues
At 2:43 am
On a Friday
Less,
Less

Reviews

[KeeD]

This poem takes one to the bottom, the abyssal pit of depression, the consequences and series of events that land us here is worded out like pieces of a puzzle put together to form a truly sad truth that is all to real in this present day and age.. Good writing man, this one was quite the wake up call.

[Tyler Trelease]

I appreciate it. Awesome review, thanks so much.

[QuietlyCrash]

Wow. This is so hopeless. I feel the hurt in your words and the repetition really drives it all home. I know exactly how this feels; the cycling of thoughts as they tumble and tumble around making you dizzy. It's an awful thing but you have captured this in a perfect way. I'm glad I stumbled across your work, great job :)
-Riley

[Tyler Trelease]

Thank you, I'm glad you noticed the cycling of thoughts in the poem. Much appreciated review!