It's my fault.
I hazily reflect in the wreckage of my cell.
The shimmering of the walls has never bothered me as much as now.
I cannot catch my breath and I do not think I will ever be able to again.
It's my fault. I killed my mother.
I grind my bleeding foot into the floor; trying to offset the agony infecting my chest.
It is not going to work.
This mere cut does not cause enough pain.
It's my fault. Without hesitation I ensured her death.
I need everything to stop.
The last words I spoke to her were in bitterness and disregard.
Lies. I did not mean them.
It's my fault. I spoke the words that sealed her fate.
No. I said she was not my mother.
Why am I still here? In this cell; rotting like fallen fruit.
Frigga was the last to care about me. I should be dead already.
It's my fault. I signed for her death with my hand.
I still cannot breathe.
But at least I am not crying.
She was not my mother so I do not need to waste the tears.
It's my fault. SHE WAS MY MOTHER AND I KILLED HER.
I am as shattered as glass viciously thrown to the floor.
I cannot stop crying; screaming.
I will not forgive myself
It's my fault.
Loki's disjointed thought process immediately after learning of his mother's death and before Thor came to him. It saddened me that it seemed he wasn't allowed to attend the funeral. Title and summery from I am the One Who Suffers In Silence by Mr. Dragon found at booksie poetry /poetry / mr_dragon /i-am-the-one-who-suffers-in-silence (remove spaces) I think it's a lovely poem.