5 a.m.

(I wake up feeling) the numb that

accompanies that white pill

                                         (that) killer of (pain,)

I took last night.

I feel the loneliness

                             (absolute.)

course through my effervescent veins.

I won't open my eyes,

won't face the world.

I am too broken, too

                              (fragile),

a single world could shatter me,

send me spiraling

again.

I let the cold morning air

brush over my

                    (lifelessness,)

giving feeling to my skin.

I listen to the silence

                               (that empty sound,)

of rain.

        (Then I realize):

I am fragile,

I am broken,

but 

   (I am not yet dead).

 

Comments

rogersbrms

I love the openess and simplicity of that poem. It really brings a point across.

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