I'm Next

I'm Next

A Poem by Mariana Silva

Feelings after a break up...


Burning tears running down my face,

Blinding and painful.

Hoing everything would just end,

And let me lie down, to die.

No damn hope for this world,

How do we live?

How have we chosen to live?

Always blind-sighted,

Throat closes around the pain,

Retching at others pitiful cries,

Cries of injustice and faith.

Damnit, who are we?

What! What are we?

Hope doesn't heal your emotions,

It doesn't hold you close as you cry.

Your pillow doesn't hug you back,

And your tears don't wash away blood.

The blood in your cold veins,

Its turning black with hatred.

How?! How is your heart still beating?

Emotions choking you,

Experiences making you sick,

And pain thrilling you.

Why do we live?

Do we even realize why?

Or are we too scared to die?

All these damn questions,

Without any answers.

Its hilarious,

We're in line to die,

And I'm next.

© 2008 Mariana Silva

Author's Note

Mariana Silva
Just a tad cynical I realize now...please be more critical about structure and rhythm because that's usually what gives me grief.

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Added on April 13, 2008


Mariana Silva
Mariana Silva


Love to read and write, so much in fact, there isn't a place where my journal and pen have not followed me because you never know when something will spring forth to be written. Not a prodigy but some.. more..

Honest Honest

A Poem by Mariana Silva