Distant Voices (May 13, 2016)

Distant echoes

From my past

Giving voice

To a darkness

That never disappears.

Tainting

One's soul

In the blackest

Of blacks.

With

Its corrosive

And destructive

Touch.

Leaving me

A hollowed out

Shell.

Scared

To make

A move

Or sound.

Tears

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.

But

Nowhere

To go.

Except

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.