Last Sane Part of Me


It’s sorta breaking apart,

Like it always does.


Like petals falling off a rose,

Like the leaves off a tree.


Its sort of just crumbling,

All the things that make me, me.


They tell me impatiently

To fight the dark, send it away.


They turn around pityingly,

At my attempts to face the day.


They say I don’t try enough,

Don’t even try at all


While I hold myself from the edge

And try not to fall


Arms I’ve wrapped around me,

To keep me from breaking


Holding me tightly,

Stopping the shaking


What do I do about tears

That never stop falling?


What do I say back to the voices,

That never stop calling?


Where do I go,

To find a peace never meant for my reach?


How do I learn,

All the cruel lessons life tries to teach?


I watch it break apart,

Like the last note of a symphony.


I watch it break apart,

That last sane part of me.


About saharsalman

Aspiring poet. Spectator of life. Words of Whim.
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