Gothic Poetry

Midnight terrors

Blood soaked ink

Water washing away the brink of my sanity

It won’t stop

The nightmares commence

Pushing me down on my knees

Again and again

I get back up

Just to fall again

Slowly my strength is depleting

Jagged cuts along my wrists are seething

Numb

No repentance

A single tear drops down my cheek

I think

Why am I so weak

Shaking hands

My vision blurs

I close my eyes as blackness unfurls

No more pain

No more meds

My heartache can stop again

Lying on the bathroom floor

Thick red blood soaks to my core

Life slowly draining from my wrists

My pain has changed

It’s gone you see

Death has me strong within his grasp

My life now

Is in the past

 

-Tanya Petkau