Take me out
of my mind.
I’ll leave behind
unloved memories.
Help me escape
the reigning pain
in my brain
but carefully
because I doubt
we would survive
another swan-dive
into psychology
of this grave
fearing maid, who
denies the truth
of mortality.
Purge the sprout
of ruthless dread
from my head
like cavities.
Gouge and scrape
the hate away.
Keep at bay
my dismality.
Through the drought
of salvaged hope,
wield your rope
of sympathy.
Try to save
this woeful soul,
fill my holes
of insecurity.
Tell me about
days when you
were able to
live freely.
Help me tape
the cracks in
my broken disposition,
and eventually,
I’ll sleep without
needing to be
drunk. Hold me
but carefully
because I crave
closeness, but I
know nothing outside
of solitary.
Take me out
of my lonesome.
Take me home,
so we
can finally escape
this heartache binding
my cluttered mind
and unloved memories.
About the Creator
Sam Eliza Green
Wayward soul, who finds belonging in the eerie and bittersweet. Poetry, short stories, and epics. Stay a while if you're struggling to feel understood. There's a place for you here.
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Comments (1)
This one hurts, in a good way because it's beautiful, but also too real. The constant tug-of-war between wanting to live and be close and the mind not allowing. I like your structure, it goes well with the fragmented, broken impression your words create.