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Why can't I leave you
by Andrea ColtonThis burden,
this ring.
This vow is killing me.
If only I could take it,
like a tangible thing,
and break it.
I’m so alone.
And all I have, is all I have
left.
I don’t know what I’ve done.
Please, please.
Give me satiety.
Fill me up with something
besides these toxic memories.
Every moment, every word.
Chewing at my entirety.
And yet, you linger on in hopes of
demolishing any semblance of everything
intrinsically me.
Exhaustion is thick and restless.
Meek and mild mannered
Passive aggressive.
I’m so tired.
I’m just so fucking tired of you.
12/25/2013 Author's Note: I haven't written a thing in almost a year and a half. I can't say this even constitutes as a poem, or that it was even meant to be one. I feel as though I'm losing (or have lost) my magic with words. But, this is what came out the first time I sat down and attempted a flow for the first time in a very long time. So it is what it is. And it definitely means something to me, so really I guess that's all it needs to be legitimate.
Posted on 12/25/2013
Copyright © 2024 Andrea Colton
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by James L. Auerbach on 12/28/13 at 02:04 AM In the end, even if the inspiration for this lament takes everything else from you, always fight for your voice to the last breath. Truth never has to be eloquent. It simply needs to be uttered, and you've done so here with no decoration, no pretense. And it's done wonderfully. |
| Posted by Wendy Geal on 04/15/14 at 06:28 PM I am in the same boat as you. I just started writing again after a while. I will definitely say I loved this poem. It is something that resonates with me. Especially loved: "This burden,
this ring.
This vow is killing me.
If only I could take it,
like a tangible thing,
and break it. " Been there! |
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