I won’t kill anymore.
I have been a serial killer.
I have killed a thousand times
Each life a fleeting spark extinguished in the dark.
I have murdered countless times,
Strangling dreams, pressing life into oblivion.
Year in, year out,
I plunged a dagger into the heart of dreams
yet gained nothing but desolation.
So I won’t kill anymore.
Are you looking for the serial killer?
Call me a repented murderer;
Perhaps you’ll bind me in chains of remorse.
But even in those cold, iron confines,
I will find a freedom more profound
Than the lightness of days long past.
I won’t kill anymore.
I have cleaved countless pieces of myself,
Becoming the beast within my own shadow.
I wore the crown of despair,
For I couldn’t forge the empire of my aspirations.
I’ve strangled the essence of life from my soul,
Punishing myself for every misstep and failure.
I’ve been a relentless tormentor to my own spirit
So harsh, for my failures have been many.
Yet I forgot: such trials are the crucible of our humanity.
Failure is the furnace in which resilience is tempered,
A necessary descent before the ascent.
So I repent
For the many deaths I’ve inflicted upon my own heart.
I’ve lived a thousand days within the maze of my mind,
A ghost haunting the fringes of reality.
Chasing the mirage of happiness I’ve never grasped,
Locked in a dance between rigidity and chaos.
Each mistake a blade, each failure a wound.
I’ve slain my own spirit with no sanctuary of grace,
Watched my tears fall like rain in the storm of addiction.
Yes! I’ve been ensnared by the crimes of my own making.
But now,
I won’t kill anymore.
Copyright, Michael Edison
Michael Edison 10/21/24,09:05am
ABOUT THE POEM
I wrote this poem ” Confessions of a Serial Killer” from a personal POV and life experience of overcoming self-sabotage and finding self-forgiveness after years of being trapped in self-destructive behaviors.
Written with deep introspection, I tried to capture the struggle of letting go of past mistakes and the commitment to stop being your own worst enemy. If you’ve ever felt the weight of regret and wondered how to stop self-blame and guilt, this piece will resonate with you.
It reflects on the pain of self-inflicted wounds and offers a message of hope for those seeking to transform their pain into personal growth. Embracing the theme of self-reinvention, I cooked this poem to serves as a reminder that healing from self-inflicted wounds is possible and that finding freedom in self-acceptance is a path worth taking. I hope you enjoyed it as much as i do.
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