claustrophobia is a six-letter word

nineteen years // how i fell apart

She left

No stone unturned when she 

Finished ripping my soul apart 

Reaching deep down, fragmenting everything 

Shredding my identity

Feeding on relationships

All she left was a shell

When people speak of forgiveness

They tell me to move on

The world did not stop turning outside my bedroom walls

But inside, the earth rose and 

trapped me inside a clay jar

There is no light

It has been dark for a very long time

For her, I am just a memory

Fallen to the wayside

But it consumes me, consolidates me

It is the only identity I have left

Sometimes I try to 

Break free of my clay jar

Just to see the light

Through a crack, for a minute

But it constricts, pulling me in tighter 

Like I am pressed between two gargantuan 

Spiralling mountains

I only want to see the light

Author's Note

june 2016- old, not my best work

Reviews

[Gabriel]

It's a good poem. I like how you express your feeling in simple words that are easy to read.