In Giving Up.

In giving up, 

I give up on everything good around me

and I scatter these bearings to the winds.

Whoever comes across my broken figure,

please collect the tidings I offer.

Use it upon yourself and try to 

amend the secrets knotted into my flesh.

These lies have become the chains 

that root me to cold ground underneath.

Fighting is no longer an option for me.

In giving up,

I give up on trying to stand back up.

My passions have been

stripped from my very brain.

Cast aside like meaningless garbage,

there's no one around to piece together

the ideals that were once so delicate

and important to me.

In giving up,

I give up on myself.

Author's Note

This poem is based on a picture my beautiful friend, Amanda, took of me lying inside an old chest. She titled it "In Giving Up" and it really did strike a chord with me, as you can see.

Reviews

[Simon Welsh]

Powerful :) this is well written. There's a certain sense of finality within these words.

[Sami Khalil]

"My passions have been
stripped from my very brain.

Cast aside like meaningless garbage,"
I like that...:)
Well penned...:)

[SamanthaSweeney]

I love this.

It is so powerful, the images are amazing.
I have felt like this myself and at times have lost the words.
You speak the words I feel at times.
That is talent :) To hit the notes of those you don't know.