The Pull

The bitter slide to open wounds
I want you but I don't
A weightless cloud fills my bones
They tingle as they soar
My brain fogs as my eyes sway
In and out of focus
It seduces me with its promises
Don't see, don't feel, don't think

If I cared enough to hurt, I would
If I felt enough to cry, I could

Thoughts dance like sparks from a flame
Jumping to and fro, then evaporate into darkness
To feel this free is to be a slave
Tortured and bound
There is no true escape
It swallows my soul, held captive
And wanting for more

I am where I belong.

Reviews

[teardrop]

a wonderful write.

[Ratnroll]

thank you :)

[Brittany Zedalis]

I like this:)

[Ratnroll]

thank you :)

[Croatoan]

Wow. This is a really beautiful poem. Filled with a lot of emotion.

"I am where I belong."

That was a really strong finish. Kind of gave me chills for some reason.
I really enjoyed reading this poem. Great write and well done. :)