Last~Straw

I have a voice to unleash thought by thought,

and if you promise to be attentive, I'll let them out from my lips.

I'll speak in a whisper, and if you choose to listen,

you'll hear every word...

I'll vocalize my story only once,

And if you fail me,

know that I'll take my sail and let it fly,

and across the waters I'll graze the glass for the last time.

How does it feel to know

that you're a last resort,

and that you are the glistening straw that I hold,

the last straw.

There is always something that gets through,

but it's the journey it takes that confides in its own devil.

There is always something to be heard,

But it's the voice that shakes from the pain that cries at night,

quivering beneath only the shine of a light that died long ago,

long before these tears were fleshed to approach

their lovely birth.

They add a sparkle

to my last straw.

This effervescence beneath my wound reverberates,

and my head spins along with the walls of this white room.

Who will care for me?

Whose voice will be whispering in the darkness?

And he says,

"I believe in you,

I believe in you."

Look how far I've gone,

Look how far I've come.

My eyes are blurring and I'm blacking out,

grasping my pain in my own hands,

I don't have much longer until relief washes in my cleansed veins,

it feels wonderful,

with the last straw glistening in my hands.

Are you still there, friend of mine?

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

The wants and needs that could be simply answered but sometimes remain an unanswered mystery...xx Great write..

[Poetic Beauty]

This is a cry of help and voicing and internal need that the world around you may need see or here.