Asphyxia

i am a summary of pain;
i am nothing more
than bruised bones
and tender tendons.
give me morphine,
give me novacaine;
give me anything
except that sad smile
that took your goodbye by the hand

and took you away

where i couldn't reach you.
you left, you left me here

empty and alone

and i still remember the warmth

that was your hand in mine.
God, how you broke me.

 

 

i am hollow:
inspiration at its worst.
i am full
of trembling words
and tender pains
that squint
into the light
of examining angry
midnight bruises.
i am empty,
yearning and angry,
as i hopelessly long
for your sea
to fill me up.

 

 

i am a medical emergency,
stretched and thin.
my seams pull apart
with the exquisite precision
of agony and apathy,
and all the king's horses
and all the king's men
don't know how to
put me back together again.

 

 

i am slipping back
into old-age habits.
i put too much sugar
in my bitter morning coffee
because it reminds me
of the sweetness
that was the taste
of your lips;
i inhale and exhale
in my empty, cold bed
as i long to find even a trace
of your familiar perfume;
i hold myself together
on neverending nights
with a strength that surprises me,
as i remember what it was like
when you held me too.

and i used to think
that i was all you would need.

you were solid;
i am nothing more
than a whispered ghost.
my breaths are strained,
as i bitterly unravel without you.

 

 

you were the bindings
that held this broken me togther;
i am fragments of
fractured spines
and creaking bones.
cold and pain are the perscriptions
that i greedily down
as i try to live without you.

 

 

you were my oxygen;
i am nothing more
than broken glass lungs
and choking sandpaper breaths.
i am struggling to breathe,
losing consciousness,
as i slowly asphyxiate without you.

Author's Note

Please don't let the lack of capitalization bother you. It's simply a personal choice of mine, and it hopefully does not much affect general artistic merit of the poem. xD

Reviews

[Alana McGuire]

This definitely brought me swirling back through the past and reliving a lot of the high emotion and tender feeling.
No wonder you placed in my contest more than once if you're writing pieces like this. Seriously, you have EXTREME talent and I'm glad I have been blessed with the chance to read your words. :)

[Lily Mae]

I love the imaginative word play..super creative and a deeply intense emotional read..x

[Incendiary Grievances]

Your word choice is fantastic. It truly adds power to every line in your poem.

[Renny]

Oh my God. This is so warm,so touching can imagine what you went throug. This is a so so so lovely piece!

[Dani]

ee cummings frequently abused capitalization and punctuation, and he's one of my favorite writers. I'd be a hypocrite if I criticized you for it. :P that been said, no, it doesn't much affect general artistic merit of the poem. I thought your poem was very artistic-- smooth, flowing, captivating. that last part is very important, methinks. I particularly enjoyed the humpty dumpty reference, it was well played. interesting write, william sir.

[Brianna Brie]

This is yet another super gripping poem. You just happened to hit me on a particulary low day. Great descriptions...espescially liked glass lungs and sandpaper breaths.

[Bridgette's Ink]

Im learning more about poetry by reading my favorite writers on this site and you are one of them you write really good.

[miSS LEaf]

i liked it a lot, you put just enough imagery, which was perfect.