A Heart Drawn to Death

by Kakera   Jul 23, 2016


There are demons clinging to my soul,
scratching and tearing at it,
seeking to lead me
onto the path of destruction.

Your ghost haunts me in my dreams,
while regret and guilt consumes me.
The demons tell me that I am weak,
that I am a coward,

because I did not raise the sun
with the kind caress of my palm,
and usher light and love unending
into your entire world.

Instead your soul sank into the netherworld,
as I stood by watching,
abandoned by our shores.

My sorrow paints pictures of fleeting memories
left shattered into a myriad fragments
of a world where our lives were cherished.

Now there is little left
but an all-consuming despair,
in my being, which crumbles
and my hope fades;
as I weep in crippling defeat:

as my heart is seduced by Death.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Brenda

    So powerful, so sad. I'm so sorry for your loss. I know it sounds corny but time does help with the healing, it's not a matter of forgetting but more of an acceptance of your loss and being able to carry on. You have done a beautiful job expressing your pain and sorrow.

  • 8 years ago

    by Liz

    Truly a powerful write. It gave me this feeling in my gut, like... I can't even explain.

    "Your ghost haunts me in my dreams,
    while regret and guilt consumes me.
    The demons tell me that I am weak,
    that I am a coward,

    because I did not raise the sun
    with the kind caress of my palm,
    and usher light and love unending
    into your entire world."

    ^I have felt like this over the recent loss of a friend. Regret in these kinds of situations feel debilitating, at times.

    Thank you for sharing this

    • 8 years ago

      by Kakera

      Thank you. It is clear that we can empathize with each other in this respect, because the topic of the poem is regarding the death of my best friend and soul mate, it's been little over 1 year since he died and I was the last person to see him alive, so it's all... fresh, vivid, haunting, torturous, self-loathing inducing and soul-crushingly sad, yet still. I'm not sure if I can ever really recover fully.

      I'm sorry for your loss as well. The pain of surviving the death of such close ones is one of the most excruciating torments that exists in this world, and I wish that neither of us had to experience it.

  • 8 years ago

    by IdTakeABulletForYou

    I hate that someone would vote it a 4 and not offer any suggestions for improvement; I think they were just jealous that this is likely better than anything they'd written in some time. Definitely a beautiful write, a struggle elegantly put into allegory and metaphor. You weave words well, and I've been in this spot you describe before. I hope you find your heart or head less heavy after this powerful write.

    5/5
    IdTakeABulletForYou

  • 8 years ago

    by Em

    Kakera, this is very powerful and can be related to by many people including myself.
    You words speak volumes.

    Em

    • 8 years ago

      by Kakera

      Thank you for taking the time to read and comment, it is much appreciated.

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