Poem #329

The guilt left me without air,
but it wasn’t coming in waves.
It is a noose around my neck
burning a scar into my skin
It wants to make sure I never forget
the mistake I made.

I am treading on thin ice and with every step
I hear it crack,
scared that just one inch is standing between
the moment the cold water swallows me
and the noose takes the last of my oxygen.

I loved her and it scared me.
I love her and it scares me.
I can feel my heartbeat in every atom of my body.
The ice is cracking.

The poem is inspired by a character from a book I have been working on called “Little Rebellion” and I hope I will be able to share it with all of you one dayFor now, you can still enjoy my published poetry book Rehab

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