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Six Feet Deep
The mind I have obsessivly digs
With its claw-like fingernails.
Scratching to the surface
Flaws, my past, and sins;
Forcing me to look.
My mind has dug a pit so deep;
Six feet to be exact.
Finished it beckons to me
With a boney finger, and silent whispers.
Promisng safety, love, acceptance, and
Most importantly to help murder my demons that rage inside me.
Wondering in the
silence of its genuine promises,
Because I'm now
realizing you where my pit.
Confusion clouds my mind, because
What I felt was honest.
I know because it scared me intensely,
So I pretended it didn't exist.
You burrowed yourself so deep;
Six feet to be exact.
Into my mind you created a home, and
I cannot say that I minded then, but
Now I'm not sure I want you there.
Uncertainty plagues me.
I need to feel as if I'm enough, because
It wasn't always the case.
You came into my life, and for the first time, I thought, I felt what
Being enough feels like.
Left wondering if I can trust it.
Doubt came in the form of
Another woman.
I saw you fall in love with her.
She seemed to fit you
Probably because she was young.
This wasn't the only time either...
Then abandonment knocked on my door
With a shovel in hand it
Took me out where the lost
Wonder like discarded trash.
I was just a pretty face to catch the beasts eye,
but at least I wasn't completely alone.
Continuing to feel the old feeling of
Not being enough.
Its like you helped dig the pit;
Six feet deep you dug.
You made it grin seductively.
I climbed right in expecting you to join me,
but instead you threw dirt onto me...
Shovel-fulls of dirt.
Now I'm realizing I can't breathe.
Begging you to please save my life
Instead of take it, but it falls
Upon deaf ears.
I'm done utilizing my voice box
Good bye.
With its claw-like fingernails.
Scratching to the surface
Flaws, my past, and sins;
Forcing me to look.
My mind has dug a pit so deep;
Six feet to be exact.
Finished it beckons to me
With a boney finger, and silent whispers.
Promisng safety, love, acceptance, and
Most importantly to help murder my demons that rage inside me.
Wondering in the
silence of its genuine promises,
Because I'm now
realizing you where my pit.
Confusion clouds my mind, because
What I felt was honest.
I know because it scared me intensely,
So I pretended it didn't exist.
You burrowed yourself so deep;
Six feet to be exact.
Into my mind you created a home, and
I cannot say that I minded then, but
Now I'm not sure I want you there.
Uncertainty plagues me.
I need to feel as if I'm enough, because
It wasn't always the case.
You came into my life, and for the first time, I thought, I felt what
Being enough feels like.
Left wondering if I can trust it.
Doubt came in the form of
Another woman.
I saw you fall in love with her.
She seemed to fit you
Probably because she was young.
This wasn't the only time either...
Then abandonment knocked on my door
With a shovel in hand it
Took me out where the lost
Wonder like discarded trash.
I was just a pretty face to catch the beasts eye,
but at least I wasn't completely alone.
Continuing to feel the old feeling of
Not being enough.
Its like you helped dig the pit;
Six feet deep you dug.
You made it grin seductively.
I climbed right in expecting you to join me,
but instead you threw dirt onto me...
Shovel-fulls of dirt.
Now I'm realizing I can't breathe.
Begging you to please save my life
Instead of take it, but it falls
Upon deaf ears.
I'm done utilizing my voice box
Good bye.
Published 1st Feb 2018
| Edited 7th Jan 2020
Author's Note
" You don't die when your heart stops beating. You die when your heartbeats have no meaning."
---Rabina Rai/ Surviving Sanity
I wrote this as a goodbye to my ex husband.
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Laura Behrmann (a.ka jadedembers). All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted
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Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Laura Behrmann (a.ka jadedembers)
---Rabina Rai/ Surviving Sanity
I wrote this as a goodbye to my ex husband.
Copyright ©2020
Laura Behrmann (a.ka jadedembers). All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted
in any form, or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic, or mechanical methods, without the prior written consent of the author or publisher.
All my poetry is copyrighted and stored in an author base. All material subject to Copyright infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Laura Behrmann (a.ka jadedembers)
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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9th Feb 2018 4:27pm
beautiful Jade I can feel the deep pain in this
it aches with betrayal & abandonment..
very deep powerful write..
love Raven
it aches with betrayal & abandonment..
very deep powerful write..
love Raven
9th Feb 2018 4:41pm
9th Feb 2018 4:31pm
"Most importantly to help murder my demons that rage inside me."
beautiful Jade I feel your deep hurt here
I only hope it doesn't take you being six feet deep
to quiet the demons..
my demons torment too you're not alone..
powerful write..
love Crim
beautiful Jade I feel your deep hurt here
I only hope it doesn't take you being six feet deep
to quiet the demons..
my demons torment too you're not alone..
powerful write..
love Crim
me as well but abusive relationships are like setting fire to your skin; to see how you burn and just to feel the pain.
Anonymous
16th Feb 2018 1:43pm
What a story done in imagery rich, emotive prose. Been awhile hope ur well
1st May 2018 6:48am
