Banging Heads
Fff
For a minute you liked me.
The next blink set me free.
Was it easy for your misery?
“ There were reasons to believe . No jokers and no sleeve .”
A battle of iron wills with nary a reprieve .
“You’re sketchy on the details ...”
That’s what she finally said .
Empty jet black eyes ... she shook her pretty head .
Go on out and live . Don’t be afraid to die .
“You don’t believe in God ... don’t even try .”
Well I believe in you and the universe and what you mean to it.
Definitely not wired to go ahead and quit .
You’re just so stubborn it’s far past ridiculous.
Giving in or up .... a soul would be remiss.
Just another day and a little of time .
Tomorrow’s for living and today’s for giving .
A mind and a bed both to be unmade .
The best of plans that never were laid .
The Flanders blues are happening again .
Giving in would be the ultimate of sins .
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.
988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.
[email protected]
Hey , it’s been a couple years in this site . Right now I’m just settling down and am going to work on getting out a better product . The stuff that is obviously trash will probably be booted. I really have no beef with anyone .... A lot of what I write is about working out a particular demon . A lot is about trying new methods based on the feedback on the poems . .
View all poems →Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (1)
Comments are closed for this poem.