watercolor thoughts

 
bleed in tomorrow
& let yesterday forget
it was an abortion
time & hope couldn't prevent
 
the clock strikes midnight
on my grief
it lives within  
the doom of my chest
 
chimes of regret play
as sorrow's cello is thrummed
it proves a mournful melody
my heart's lonesome song
 
it's felt in the watercolor  
depths of my soul
where the washed out colors
are poignant lilies  
marking emotional death
 
raw cut glass feelings
in a sorrowful state
held captive are these fractures
behind painful memories
 
reliving each moment
as if it happened today
there is no moving forward
until these thoughts  
are addressed
 
cinema of the broken
plays every night
i watch it cringing
& then shut it down
 
marked off limits
by the part of me
barely holding on
 
the part of me
i'd much rather be gone