Internal Rest

by Amberchelli

Published September 18, 2012

In Poetry

Swaying back and forth
Falling off the edge

This time feels like a snake
Wrapped around my neck.

Words are like a needle.
Stuck deep inside my chest.

Strung-out on life.
Over-dosing on the pain. 

Pop,pop,pop
The pills I may take,

Just to defeat this creature
Called another day.

Follow me up to hell,
The place where i may rest.

The place of silence and fear.
I love it, the internal rest.

The soul I claim
That is no longer sane,

Became lost and broke
Like a bad map to lead the way.

Take these words from me
And i might choke.

Needles and knives 
 I know too well.

Stuck in my heart.
Down my back,
Like a overdone spell.

Take this match
Light the internal flame.

Because my hell
Is dark enough to scream.

Close your eyes.
You might just see.

The unkept creature
Of me.

Watch your step.
So you don't fall.

Because my hell.
Is the worst of them all.




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aVeryThoughtfulBeing commented Comment · Sep 20, 2012

"Just to defeat this creature, Called another day" I loved this line most of all. And you're speaking of the hell which is your life, and while reading I wonder if you're speaking of hell after death as well. I got that from it the first time reading through, but wasn't sure after, but still, I liked it for that anyways because the release of death is something I'm fascinated by. I love sad yet beautiful poems like these, as I write some too, and they seem to have a unique and touching flow. And I like flame analogies.

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ctlvr1 wrote a review Review · Sep 19, 2012

wow. this is overall great. i love your voice view and subject. how ever the couplets made it strange for me to read. but thats just me. every reader is different. by no means change it because of me. if it is proper and good in the poetry world them i guees im done.
you really do manage pain beautifully. i admire you.

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snowberry23 commented Comment · Sep 18, 2012

Well, this piece spoke quite powerfully. I really love a few of your stanzas and overall it is quite interesting to read the way you organized this very detailed piece of writing.

Clearly this topic is not an easy one, but you managed the pain so beautifully that it never became to difficult to read.

You have one or two very simple small grammer errors, so if I was you I would probably do a second read and see what could be better explained, for example, the line with the mother was slightly confusing.

I did love love love the stanza,

"Just to defeat this creature
Called another day"

Overall this is a great piece that, like all pieces of writing, could have some improvements.
Keep writing,
SnowBerry :D



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