Like My Father

Reckless self, Restless breaths

Mind a sea of wicked thoughts

Drowning in its darkest depths

Thrashing away but for noughts

Sway a razor on the wrists

Or swing from the ceiling

No rest for a somber soul

Put an end to the feeling

I don’t want you to feel no sorrow

Just wanna let you know

I won’t be waking up tomorrow

I don’t see no sunshine

In the dark I’ve got shadows who follow

I don’t feel my breaths

I have become so hollow

Time is not on my side

I watch it slip away in horror

And drowning in my mind

My thoughts they know no order

I’m a slave to my demons

Guess I’m just like my father

Craving for peace

Suffocated by agony’s vice

Breathing just to be breathless

That’s just the circle of life

Familiar faces fading away

Confined to a solitary cell

Voices murmur through the walls

Tales of forlornness they tell

Time slips away

Behind the curtain death awaits

The only cure to life

The storm of torment it abates

Reviews

[Withering Hazen]

I was drawn to this poem and once I started to read I did not want to stop, I reread it many times and each time the words grew heavier. This poem is amazing and the underlying meanings are beautifully shown.

[Chromophobik]

Thanks. It was a real personal piece and i tried to be as genuine as i could with the torment i was laying down.

[Lockedheart]

I liked your use of rhyming throughout! As someone who has felt these emotions about my own father, I can tell this comes from the heart. Why is it fathers are the first ones to break our hearts?

[Chromophobik]

Thanks! Well we often are failed by the ones we look up to.