I'm a mess

My heart started racing when his name popped up on my phone’s screen.

I flash back to the many nightmares of him hunting me.

I'm caught in a state of fear, attempting to read his mind,

figure out why he’s calling.

Soon I find myself feeling only a weight in my chest and nothing else.

Normally I’d try to fight it,

but today I can’t muster the strength to get out of my bed.

The weight pulls me under and drowns me in my own consciousness.

I feel a heat behind my eyes as tears begin to fall,

and I fade to sleep to escape the ache pressing against my chest.

 

Just go away Dad.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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Comments

avalixi

Wow, this is really powerful. Thank you for sharing.

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