Nothing works

It all started when

Guilt was poisoning

The food I ate,

The air I breathed,

The words I spoke,

The dreams I dreamed.

I needed a cure 

To get this toxin out of me.

Something to assure

That I’ll be able to see

Clearly again

“Try this” they said

And so I did.

After a while,

I heard this noise, so loud

Wasn’t sure if it was the thunder

or my heart beat.

It felt amazing because

At least then,

I was able to feel again

Fly again, and see those colours

That numbed my pain.

I haven’t been listening.

Going out and getting high

At those moments, they free my mind

But after a while, When grey is back

It is just sickening.

Then I thought of a scheme

To get Guilt out of my bloodstream

I bled myself out

Hoping I’d be clean.

I was bleeding for hours, 

flooded the floor

But I could still see the dark cloud

Above my head

He started to pour

To clean up my mess.

Disappointed, that night I went to sleep

And slipped into a colourless dream

Where a dark man whispered to me,

“Don’t try. I’ll never leave.”

Reviews

[M P Ramesh]

mahitha,
It is painstaking the process of mating with poetic oracle
I hope you have enjoyed its precious moments while scripting this poem
I do make myself intuitive while its reading time

Carry on ....
M P Ramesh

[SuspectGray]

Wow, this is a powerful reflection on one's self. Obviously cutting and getting high won't deter GUILT, as they actually feed GUILT. I hope you find a non-destructive way to see the colors you seek