Unwritten Poetry And Blood Pebbles

By Neelofer

After a long day of fighting voices in my head,

I yearn to fall apart or fall asleep

The clock ticks 3

I can feel blood pebbles crawling up my skin

The grip tightens as I try to breathe

It feels as if the choking will last until eternity - just like we were supposed to

The final moment of release smells like freedom, a sweet escape

And just before it feels like the agony is about to end

The grip loosens, leaving me gasping for breath - and you

The pain disappears, so does the night

Alive, I wake up, hoping that tonight; the night forgets to visit me

By Neelofer