Friday, 13 May 2016

Distant Voices (May 13, 2016)

Distant echoes
From my past
Giving voice
To a darkness
That never disappears.

One's soul
In the blackest
Of blacks.

Its corrosive
And destructive

Leaving me
A hollowed out

To make
A move
Or sound.

Drops of acid
Dissolving the soul
Upon contact.

Reducing me
To a little girl
Who's scared
Of the world.

Wetting herself
In abject fear.

As the brutal images
Of a teenage boy
Being constantly
Beaten up.

Loop around
In her mind's eye
Startling crystal clear
4k picture clarity.

Wanting to hide.

To go.

Ever deeper
Into the darkness
And madness
Of self-denial.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: Found myself, this morning, filled with dark thoughts and images, which happens, on an occasion, to me. Just writing them, as the safest way, of dealing, with them, in a constructive way.

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