Yet even in the drowning silence,
A spark insists on breathing me back.
And it's not easy to accept an apology when you can't forget.
It's hard to swallow the bitter words you’ve left.
If only I could outsmart the life ahead,
Maybe I wouldn’t be drowning in your breath.
How do I understand the words inside my head?
How do I control the light that’s beginning to melt?
When the oxygen you exhale sinks into my skin,
It feels like I am suffocating.
My soul aches as if I’m fighting for my life.
Sometimes you hunt me like I’m a criminal.
Walking beside me as if I were nobody.
You squeezed me until I ceased to exist.
It breaks my heart as if you’ve stabbed me.
You turned me into a monster.
You burned me.
You drugged me.
You dragged me down—
Down,
Down,
Down.
©Haseenwhel
05/03/2022
Poetry by Haseen Whel
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Written on 2026-02-09 at 02:16
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A spark insists on breathing me back.
Insanity
It’s difficult to undo the things I regret.And it's not easy to accept an apology when you can't forget.
It's hard to swallow the bitter words you’ve left.
If only I could outsmart the life ahead,
Maybe I wouldn’t be drowning in your breath.
How do I understand the words inside my head?
How do I control the light that’s beginning to melt?
When the oxygen you exhale sinks into my skin,
It feels like I am suffocating.
My soul aches as if I’m fighting for my life.
Sometimes you hunt me like I’m a criminal.
Walking beside me as if I were nobody.
You squeezed me until I ceased to exist.
It breaks my heart as if you’ve stabbed me.
You turned me into a monster.
You burned me.
You drugged me.
You dragged me down—
Down,
Down,
Down.
©Haseenwhel
05/03/2022
Poetry by Haseen Whel
Read 17 times
Written on 2026-02-09 at 02:16
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
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