Feeling In Rhyme

  • With Every

    With Every

    With every pump, my heart radiates the pain to my extremities,

    With every breath, my lungs expel the trust and need for formalities.

    With each blink of my eye, a wave of desperation ripples through the room,

    And every word I try to speak only echoes through my tomb.

    Searching for my serenity, my peace, or anything that comes close.

    To provide relief or understanding to the things that hurt the most.

    The ocean’s current pulling at my soul; I swear I feel it slipping,

    The anguish inside trying to get out; I swear I feel it rippling.

    How can I feel so empty, yet so full of pain and dread,

    How can I free myself from this hell when it’s just in my head.

    How can nothing be wrong with me, when I feel so alone.

    How can nobody see my struggles when I’m sinking a stone. 

    With every single pump, my heart seems to slow,

    With every single breath, my lungs seem to know.

    With every blink of the eye, the darkness creeps closer,

    And with every word spoken, I feel it’s almost over.

  • Tattoo

    I chose it for a reason, something that was special, a memory, a sketch,

    A reminder of something I will carry forever, a moment I’ll never forget.

    Done at a specific time, when it was very real, and my pain was on the inside,

    Leaving behind something special, meaningful and beautiful on the outside. 

    It captures a story, a feeling, a moment in time,

    Captured by shadows,colors and lines that are just mine.

    Like the scars we all carry,only some can be seen.

    Others are hidden, buried and tucked away like a dream.

    A memory of my best day or memory of the worst,

    A way to remind me of something special, maybe to commemorate a first.

    A picture, a symbol, a feeling weather it’s been good or it’s been bad,

    Capture a feeling in my life, whether it was happy or it was sad. 

    When the needle punches the skin, a small mark is left behind,

    The painful little pricks and burns are a reminder I can easily find. 

    As the blood is wiped away, like my mistakes and my tears,

    And with every new drop of color, it chases away my troubles and fears. 

    Like a scab that appears to protect my embedded recollection,

    A scab in its own right, just to cover an imperfection.

    They may not look like much to the world as a whole,

    But they are a mark on my skin to match a mark on my soul.

  • Headphones

    Headphones

    When I slip these headphones on and turn the volume up high,

    Tune out the world around me just enough to get by.

    Submerge myself into another world somewhere my life can’t reach,

    Drown out my life’s noise with a loud barrier that can’t be breached.

    Melt into someone else’s troubles, listen to someone else’s pain,

    Share in someone else’s trauma, someone else’s torment and shame. 

    Let someone else have a turn at being let down,

    Let someone else shoulder the world and try not to drown.

    Travel for awhile in someone else’s shoes,

    Walk in their regret for just a mile or two.

    Let my burdens go just for a bit to give my heart time to heal,

    Dissolve into the abyss to allow someone else a chance to feel.

    Listen to the rhythm and beat of someone else’s song,

    Enjoy knowing it’s not just my life that’s gone so wrong. 

    Anything I can do to help me chase my troubles away,

    Anything that will help me get through another day.

    When I’m ready to rejoin the outside world once again,

    And the troubles, trauma and burdens have all but been forgotten.

    I’ll turn the volume down, inhale a deep breath and turn my nerves to stone,

    Turn the music off, let the breath out and remove the headphones. 

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