Poetry That Speaks Of Pain
Moments In Time...Slipping away from reality
My Mind Melts Into Hell
I feel nothing.
All of me taken.
The mind not in me, goes, leaving on an unscheduled trip.
Caring not to stop this demise.
Hold on to stay.
Chaos takes over.
Grasping, clawing at nothing.
It is everything damned seen.
Slipping into hell.
Reaching out to save the soul.
Tenacious only for the pain.
Losing the grip.
Suffer lost soul.
Be bound to the ones who fell.
Take the path of the damned.
At long last insane.
Space only for all things sour.
Swallowing my senses.
Death inside leaves only a shell.
Empty but for the lack of light.
Sweeping life out of the way, captured by darkness.
No longer is there a will to fight.
Written by Becky Jo Gibson July 26, 2006 ©