literature

the aspect of loss

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nothing feels the same
nothing feels familiar
it is like I have died
and woke up in a bottle in the middle of the sea
floating but not getting anywhere
unable to leave
unable to get my message across these dark waters



loss
is a heavy anchor tied to my foot
bringing me deeper in to the depths of melancholy
trying to swim to the top while relentlessly being dragged down
as the anchor keeps pulling I still try to swim
i try with all my strength to reach the surface again
to see clear skies again
but this heavy burden sinks me still



regret
is a small room with lack of oxygen
with a tiny window where you look out and attempt to find hope
where you feel so claustrophobic, breathing seems like too much effort
you hate where you live, you hate how the sun tries to push through the already closed curtains
you wish to escape but there is no handle to the door and that door is locked
it is like being trapped like a bug in a small glass, so small and so useless
unable to control the situation



lost within this loss
you try to push yourself to find some sort of direction
while giving up is always in the back of your mind
you know you cannot go back, you made your choice
you made your mistake
living in loss and regret
I may never heal.
A poem I wrote during my struggle with abuse.
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badbadman's avatar
get out of my head...