Living Dead

Every breath I take is a stab in the chest,
I ask myself what’s left.
Yesterday and today is no different,
My screaming heart remains silent.
Choking with self-pity.
With love found empty.
A living dead,
Living with dread.
Yet never felt alive.
For how long shall I survive?
Your imaginary kisses?
Tight, tight embraces?
Or maybe just sweet, sweet words,
Embossed with love.
A dear, dear spell,
I could never have.


a series of poems

To Fade
Living Dead
The Suicide Riddle

2nd Runner-Up
Poetry Writing Competition
National University – Foundation Week 2015

Featured Image by Corinne



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