Gothic Poetry

Bleak grey sky

Shattered dreams

Leading me here

No will to be seen

A heavy weight

Upon my mind

Thoughts dragging me

Fighting for me to stay alive

In my hand

A blade of steel

Pressed against my pale cold skin

My mind goes still

With the suspense

Emotionless

This

Is my existence

No purpose

No fight

One big deep breath

The sharp pain

Feels good against my wrist

Slowly at first

I watch in awe

The vibrant red colour

A small sign

A small trickle

I’m alive

Watching it seep down my arm

The pain brings relief

A momentary thief

Taking my worries

My sorrows

My grief

A taste of freedom

Mental clarity

It must be done

I have nowhere else to run

Digging deep

It stings

But I shall not weep

Pain  

I have you beat

 

-Tanya Petkau