Faith (January 14, 2015)

Like a shotgun blast

My emotions are

Scattered

before me.

That tangents off

In all directions

At once.

Leaving me

Feeling vulnerable

To the slightest

Emotional breeze

Across my soul.

As the tears flow

At the gentlest

Of touch

Upon my heartstrings.

Smothering remains

Of blackened holes

Once contained

My burnt out eyes

Stare blankly.

And I wonder

Why bother.

As I slip away

With every breath

I take.

Into the embrace

Of darkness.

Therisa © 2015

Author's note: An older and darker poem.