Gianna Jett

A Time Of Which We Cannot Speak - Poem by Gianna Jett

When nothing seems to disappear,
Of all that is left upon my fear.
It starts to distance itself from me,
I am intruded upon without dignity.
Hear my screams as they come over again,
Not willing to strip myself from its hand.
Lay me down to rest from this final fight,
So that you can give me the last kiss goodnight.
This is a time that I couldn't even weep,
A time of which we shouldn't speak.
For we would only be betrayed by our own words,
Least I give unto you as you close the doors.
It doesn't seem all that real from its own history,
When I see the dark and it escapes from me.
Not of it's own flesh and blood,
Thirsty for more that have washed up from the floods.
Now that I am finally laid to rest,
Always know me as I was even the worst at my best.
Leave me now for I am much to weak,
This is the time of which I cannot speak

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 13, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, November 16, 2015

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