Monday 17 March 2014


Standing here facing my terminator

This sensation of total hopelessness
runs through me, my world seems about to end
loneliness is a hard feeling to bare
as into sheer black horror I descend

Feels like I've lost everything I've known
torn from me and thrown away to be no more
my heart and soul have been ripped out from me
I'm left here to perish on the floor

My life force is ebbing away with each breath
I grow weaker with every passing second
all I know has been taken, the door been closed
as I lay here dying, death will beckon


not sure where this poem came from...or why I felt so compelled to write it either....

© Lis Bull 2014







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