Midnight Visions

Wed, 03/22/2017 - 17:16 -- vakles

Why do I fear nothing?

The pure blankness that spreads out before me terrifies me.

I fear that blood will stain it’s pure surface that can never be returned.

I see the death around me, and it’s all my fault.

I should’ve listened to you, I should’ve paid closer attention to the whole picture,

And not turn in on myself in hopes of something that will never happen.

In my carelessness, I stained the purity,

and midnight slowly begins to take away my ability to see what I am looking at.

 

When I awake, the impurity is real,

And I lay surrounded by metal and bodies and fire.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t forget the sight of her.

Her body folded backwards and her head tilted too far to one side.

Tears fall from my face and fall like drops of acid rain.

They’re worth nothing but they cause an indescribable pain.

Yes, that is why I fear nothing.

But you have always been by my side,

Through all of the hardships and my worthless tears.

Mother, Father, thank you.

And please forgive me, I tried so hard to save her,

But I failed to protect her and the others I killed with my midnight visions.

This poem is about: 
Me

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