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the last of you
I dreamed about you
last night
you were dead
again
wandering my world
a mute phantom
searching for a portal
grasping at my breathing
trying to plug yourself inside me
but you'd only breeched my dreams.
despite myself,
I worried for you
knowing your path
ends at a grave.
your path
is littered with needles
pills, chore boys
and glass tubes.
knowing
your demons will chase you
into a six foot hole
full of tears and brokenness.
I left you to your path
four months ago
I realized
demons who chase you
would kill me
I'm the wrong mix
of self-hate and abandonment
to pull you out of
an early grave
without falling into it
myself.
last night
you were dead
again
wandering my world
a mute phantom
searching for a portal
grasping at my breathing
trying to plug yourself inside me
but you'd only breeched my dreams.
despite myself,
I worried for you
knowing your path
ends at a grave.
your path
is littered with needles
pills, chore boys
and glass tubes.
knowing
your demons will chase you
into a six foot hole
full of tears and brokenness.
I left you to your path
four months ago
I realized
demons who chase you
would kill me
I'm the wrong mix
of self-hate and abandonment
to pull you out of
an early grave
without falling into it
myself.
Published 18th Sep 2011
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Anonymous
21st Sep 2011 1:33pm
The image of the demons chasing him into a hole was brilliant, as was the early grave you use to round this off. Dark and moving stuff. Thanks for the read.
21st Sep 2011 1:52pm
Thank you. I just wish we didn't have to live through it to get the background. Thanks for the read and the comment!
24th Sep 2011 2:26am
I want to first say I envy your ability to use free form verse. Its really the way I wish to be able to write. It's all about the trip not the destination.
This bit I thought was particulary good - "a mute phantom searching for a portal grasping at my breathing, trying to plug yourself inside me but you'd only breeched my dreams". Makes me wonder if in his abandon, if he was looking to you for salvation or for company on the journey to the end.
This bit I thought was particulary good - "a mute phantom searching for a portal grasping at my breathing, trying to plug yourself inside me but you'd only breeched my dreams". Makes me wonder if in his abandon, if he was looking to you for salvation or for company on the journey to the end.
24th Sep 2011 2:44am
Thanks for the visit and thoughtful comment. The question you asked me at the end of your comment I've wondered myself. I think a little of both; to assuage his conscience, he would have latched onto me for salvation, but then the other part is that subconsciously, he would have known that I don't have the strength to hold both of us up and we'd both tumble down.
I'm hoping this is the end of the nightmares.
I'm hoping this is the end of the nightmares.
5th Oct 2011 1:15am
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