Breakdown

A Poem by Poetic Tuesday

. . . g e t r e a d y f o r t h e b r e a k d o w n . . .

I've seen it all before:
the same heartbreaking,
breathtaking process
that all starts when you

spin up all the words you
hold in your heart into a
fatal poison that you keep
in a cute little glass vile

until you fall to your knees
and your heart stops beating,
and you realize that you're
slowly dying, so you take that

pen you've woven so many
words with, and you dip it
in that poisonous poetry, then
stab it into your heart until

you're overwhelmed with the
truth of your own thoughts
and nothing, nowhere, no one
is safe. there's only you, and

the pen, and the poison, and
the words, and the blood, and
the truth, and the irregular
tick-tocking of the clock,

singing a pretty little countdown
to your breakdown.

© 2011 Poetic Tuesday

Author's Note

It might not make too much sense, but I wrote it for/about a friend.

I think it's supposed to be a little unintentionally terrifying. You know, like the feeling of being unable to breathe?

Reviews/constructive criticism are appreciated. C:

EDIT: 3-18-11; changed the poem's structure.