Hell in a glass

My whole life's falling apart but I can't stop it. 

A hell is waiting right at the bottom

I'm washing away as I see my memories and time dying

Tell me a way I can stop feeling. 

So much pain sorrow and anguish 

I'm drowing in my tears it's too much to take

but the punches keep rolling as the waves keep crashing

I'm so lost as my world's crumbling

no job or home or even friends and family. 

My world of which I thought was made of steel is really only glass

As I watch it fall a new hell errupts

When will it stop and when will I get a break

why can't I be happy like all those other people?

I've lost everything now, my mom, my dog, my husband I thought loved me. 

Now I've lost my babies the only thing left in my life. 

What more is there that they can take from me. 

I'm rock bottom with no will to live or even try to survive what's coming next. 

No prayer or hail marys can save me 

I'm on my own with no where to go. 

So tell me how can I stop this horrible ache that threatens to suffucate me

My world a hell with untamed flames.

Reviews

[Lisa]

This poem is written with so much sadness, it's haunting. It also reminds me of a few people I know. When someone feels like they're in their own personal hell everyday, it's hard to get them out. I'm so glad you can write to express yourself in this way. Awesome poem.

[Shikon Akuma Ookami]

thank you so much for the review. im glad you enjoyed it. as for your friends i give my best wishes that they find the light.

[heartsinice]

Very captivating , and i love how you remove the layers piece by piece. It's very sad , hope there is a 2nd installment where she finds a silver lining.

[Shikon Akuma Ookami]

Thank you soooo much for reading and I'm ecstatic you enjoyed it.

[Nolo Segundo]

It's difficult to tell how much of the suffering you describe so powerfully is personal, but having in my 20's gone thru hell, both in this world and another, I can relate 3 things I learned: everyone has a consciousness, a soul, that existed before this life and will exist after death because it is endless, without beginning or end; there is no escape therefore even by suicide; and I only began to heal, to become more whole, when I called on the Higher Power called God or Allah or Brahman. If this sounds like a 'heavy review', it's because your poem is as serious as life and death are.

[Shikon Akuma Ookami]

Thanks for the review. I wrote this a long time ago in a book when I was feeling really down and out. Writing helped me recover most of the damages I put this here for others to read as a way of saying your not alone and everyone at some point and time feels lost.