No Conscience. in Poetry by Me
- Sept. 13, 2015, 3 p.m.
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- Public
Once the shock passed
The panic set in
All our plans
Wiped out
Days on the calendar
That once were full
And meant something
Were suddenly empty
Dead
Meaningless
So many tears
So much pain
So much oppressive
Sadness
Weighing on my chest
That I struggled
Just to breathe
Just to stay conscious
To not succumb
To the dizziness
That threatened
My heart raced
Furiously
As violent sobs
Wracked my body
And I clutched at the wall
To keep from falling
To the floor
And I know you
Do not deserve all of this
Heart wrenching
Because you seem to have
No conscience
bearman ⋅ September 13, 2015
Great