Have you Ever...

This poem reflects two different types of death and how the difference is between the spirit and the body.

Have you ever felt like you were dying?

Not the kind where your heart stops,

And your lungs try their best to give you that one last breath,

No,

Not that kind of death,

But the kind where your heart hurts so much

Maybe if it stopped it wouldn't be as bad,

The kind where your lungs expand

To try and keep your spirit alive,

 

I sometimes feel like I'm dying,

Not the kind where my brain starts to slowly shut down,

But the kind where the only reason my heart is still beating

Is to make sure this isn't the last thing i see,

The last thing I feel,

This anger,

This pain,

This hurt,

This wretched love,

 

Between the two kinds of death,

Which one is worse?

Sometimes I think the first one is,

Six feet under just seems more peaceful,

No screaming,

No accusations,

No lies and knock off burdens,

Have you ever felt like you were dying?

Lost in your own prison,

With her hurtful words and selfish pain painted on the walls and ceiling,

What's the right words?

The right phrase or sentence?

 

No escape,

Yes that sounds right,

Thats how it feels,

When I sometimes feel like I'm dying,

When six feet under just seems more peaceful,

And the stopping of my heart wouldn't seem so bad,

 

Have you ever felt like you were dying?

I sometimes do,

But the reason I still breathe,

The reason I still let my heart beat,

Is because I stubbornly refuse,

To let this be the last thing I feel,

The last thing I see.

Author's Note

When I started this, I didn't expect to put so much of me in it. But then again, that is why I write.

Reviews

[Charles D. Moorer]

I felt this exact same way when I was in love and couldn't stand to be away. Then I stupibly lost the woman I loved and now twenty years later she is indelibly etched in my mind.
Losing in love lasts for ever. Thanks for reminding me.
Read my story Yo-Yo and tell me where to go from what I have written. She is the woman I lost.