Enigma
Tossed into a sea of nothingness, within my own body. My soul.
Bright flashes of light; happiness, followed by darkness; hatred of my own self. I grab onto random pieces in my life with frantic desperation, trying to force them to match the holes in myself.
Why am I so torn? The feeling of my body sliding over hundreds of razors has become a routine, a monster I hate but welcome out of familiarity.
Tossed into rays of sunshine, welcoming laughter and embraces.
Wonderful feelings fill my mind and heart as i smile at the people I love.
I am Whole.
I am Torn.
Therein lies the Enigma of Myself.
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.