Self- Annihilation

Self- Annihilation
Self- Annihilation Monday, June 15, 2009

I have been stripped down to the point of nothing, as I stand here before you torn, withered and broken; for the most part, I welcome total self-disappearance. All that is left of me is a tiny glimmer of faith, to-which grows dimmer by the day and illuminates sadness at night. Have I misled myself into welcoming a new life, while my heart never changed; by doing this, have I willed my own destruction? Is it because I had ironclad respect for one, while suppressing my need to tell you how I feel and hold you in my arms; by doing this, I remain tattered and torn. I am a fool. More than once, I have breathed your name but you are not aware of my existence. Is it because you think I am too old or the fact that I have been childrearing? Am I living in my own hell? Have I willed my own self-annihilation because of a love that could never be spoken? I stand before you tattered and tore, while carrying my love for the one etched into my own being; to the point of, my own willed destruction.

By: Tiffoney Greene