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I Am {Father and Son}

The day has ended…

I look up at the stars, but see only the moon. Full. I can’t figure out why it’s so cold. It’s the middle of summer. No wind. No stars. No heartbeat.

I’m dying.

I can’t feel my feet; I’ve been walking so long. So far. No stars. No nothing that could ever be worth it. Worth all the pain I’m feeling. I run.

I’m crying.

And running. From my parents, from my everything. Everything is killing me. Everything is slowly dragging me down. Toward a deep hole where there aren’t any stars. Only night.

I’m there.

In the dark. I need to find light. Some kind of light that could help me to find a way from this hole, from this hell that I’ve been stuck in.

I’m drowning.

I’m falling into everything that I’ve always hated. Killing myself slowly while everyone I’ve always loved sits near me and watches. Watches me as I fall from what I’ve known.

I’m dying.

Dying inside. Dying outside. My heart is dying. No heartbeat. It’s fading, slowing, stopping completely. I want to ask why, but I don’t need to.

I know why.

The day has begun…

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