Shame

Breathing becomes like drowning, life becomes a curse that doesn't seem worth living and the very blood that pumps through your veins seems to have turned to poison. Darkness spreads rapid like a cancer, etching itself into the stitching of your being.  Hope is nowhere to be found, running is pointless because you bring it all with you-- you feel forced to carry a grey, cold and chill abundance of weight, being crushed below it you are battered and broken, defeated and afraid.  You feel alone, lost in the night, helpless in the day, caught in the midst of the fakeness of your face and the reality of your shame.  You are kept, drugged by a lifeline of lies, lulled into a deceptive delusion of death, death without hope, death without desire for hope.  Sentenced to be ruined from within, to live but never be loved.

Reviews

[Kim's Poems]

I have been in this postition before,
I know the feeling.
Nicely expressed.

[roarke]

"Darkness spreads rapid like a cancer, etching itself into the stitching of your being."

Nice descriptor. I like all of your stuff, and as it defines the thoughts, the images, the emotions, and as well expressed as it is.... I begin to wonder, how do these impressions move, change, act, where do they go from these places? How do the movement and emotions change from one landscape to another. Certainly this voice isn't static, it seethes with too much feeling to just be inside.

[ChaoticSoul]

Even though this is in a prose format, it beholds a wonderful feel of poetry flowing out from each line. You captured that moment of feeling utterly broken and beyond repair. I felt like I was reading someone's personal thoughts as they flowed through their mind. You also use a good selection of word choices.