It's Been Too Long

It's Been Too Long

A Poem by Aekmy

I want to feel empty again.
Kick the sun out.
Let something new in.
I believe you've reached my end.

You can only bend me so far until I break.
My spine will snap in two; you'll hear an awful scrape
and my cries will keep you awake at night.
On your knees, you pray, you do.

I've been full for too long.
I'll starve myself, let the old out.
Bring my new soul into you. Console it.
I'll wilt in your arms like a failing flowers.
Hold me, catch my petals.
And should I cry, throw me under the light, and 
watch my skin burn and char into a thousand dead fireflies.
One life for a single moment and you are worth a world of lifetimes.

My tears rain like crystal diamonds in your heart.
Beneath your ribs, there is a crucial part
of your body that keeps you living, breathing.
It's a cage of effort. Release me.

© 2010 Aekmy


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Such a beautiful yet dark piece. Great write.

Posted 5 Years Ago


I enjoyed the honest and directness of the poem.
"I want to feel empty again.
Kick the sun out.
Let something new in.
I believe you've reached my end."
The above lines is needed often in a life. Better to release the old and try to began new. Hard to do. But it is possible. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 6 Years Ago


I adore the vocabulary and imagery used in this. It's thought-provoking and beautiful. Excellent work!

-Lexi

Posted 7 Years Ago


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exquisite. "One life for a single moment and you are worth a world of lifetimes."

Posted 8 Years Ago



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