Debt to My Family

My prison closes in on my body as my mind wanders the shadowed path into dark thoughts,

Here, there are no dreams, only nightmares.

Yet the limits of my mind still exist on the boundaries of this dark cloud,

As I walk this broken path, I see that my whole life exists in this nightmare world,

The bitterness of it swallows me like a piece of candy,

I slice out of the lemon that is my life to find myself surrounded by the people I love,

As I watch, every one of them grows old and white with age,

Everywhere I turn; my loved ones smile and reach out to comfort me,

One at a time, I watch them all wither and die,I stand, shaking as grief overwhelms me,

A flash from my hands makes me glance down,

I inspect the glistening red mass more carefully,

Drowning in my sea of sorrow, I realize it was I who had killed them,

Every single day we had existed, I had neglected to care for them,

I hadn’t loved them every minute of every day, and at times, I had wished them dead,

and as I had done this, they had died slowly,

Finally my grief becomes too much and I hurtle over my mind’s limits as if they were a fence,

As my body remains peacefully in the realm of reality,

going through the day by day motions, my mind tortures itself,

Even now, it’s killing itself, one piece at a time, just like my family.

Slowly, one piece at a time, my debt to my family is being repaid,

One piece at a time.

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