Gothic Poetry

Call me out

I know it's my fault

For what he did now

My heart aches

My fingernails rake

Deep into the ground

My breathing constricts

My heart dips

With just the mere sound

Of his name

Call me out

Bring me down

I feel the guilt

My head pounds

My vision drowns

I know it's all my fault

It surrounds me everyday

With every breath that I take

Deeper and deeper delves the ache

It was my mistake

I must give and not take

As I call to you in my distress

I'm consumed with guilt

As my inner self slowly wilts

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-Tanya Petkau-