That exist
Consuming all.
And yet
Is invisible
To most people.
Ripping apart
And polluting
My soulscape
With it's toxicity.
As my soul
Spirals downwards
into oblivion.
Corrosive emotions
Flow through my body
Eroding whatever
Positive self-confidence
I have.
Hot acidic tears
Etching canals
Across my face.
Burning
Upon contact.
Drowning me
In a soul destroying
Malaise.
As I curse
Myself
For being
A abject failure.
Therisa © 2017
Author's note: My first poem for 2017. Wish, it could be brighter than this darkness, I am sharing.
