Long suppress
Building layer
After layer
Like an oyster.
Until
A harden core
Is formed.
Although
Invisible
To the naked eye.
It sits
And festers
Turning inwards
Cannibalizing
Any positive thoughts.
As the years
Pass on
Like a cancerous growth.
In poisoning
One's soul
With this inner darkness.
Where
One finds
Their body drowning
In a sea
Of rancid molasses.
While
Words like hope
And dreams
Are only found
In the dictionary.
Who's meaning
Are long lost
To the soul.
Therisa © 2016
Author's note: I started writing this poem, yesterday, on my way home, from my psycho-therapy session. Will admit, my head space was very dark and filled with angry memories, that need to be release, in a safe and constructive manner.
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