Awaken

I finally realize it is me
have no more love to give,
receive
rewound my tapes and DVDs
read all of my anthologies
washed my cycles on repeat
but blood-red stains can still be seen

I may never be ready
my heart will close again fully
exposed, I start to feel its beat
pounding with stress, anxiety
no pretty words will comfort me
not when I’m scattered so freely

I’ll search, I’ll wander aimlessly
restore the lost pieces of me
they may be buried far too deep
not meant to awaken from their sleep.

Emily C. Poésie © 2019

Photo Credit: Pexels / Pixabay

7 Comments Add yours

  1. such a dark and somber piece, but written with such raw emotion… beautifully penned.

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    1. Thank you very much. 🙂

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      1. You’re very welcome! 😉 😊

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  2. Thanks for the follow 🙂

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  3. inhiscare753 says:

    Nice Piece, Beautifully Penned!

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      1. inhiscare753 says:

        You are certainly welcome 🙏

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