Grasping hands
Out into the dark
Away from screams
of buried dreams
I crawl
I bite my lip
against the pain
of unkept promises
As they cut deep
and let my soul bleed out
I don’t mourn the loss
A blessed release
of a weight that choked me
I am blind
My tears are worn
Too tired they cling
and in my blindness
I am spared
from the regrets that hang
on lifeless threads before me
I am deaf
to the whispers
of those who abandoned me
and those who I abandoned
I cannot stand
For that is strength
of which I have none
I don’t know what awaits me
at the end
And so I will crawl, and bleed, and maybe…
hope.
This is a poem from my blog https://darkpoetrygeek.wordpress.com/
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