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.
1 comment:
I am so happy to see you writing, kiddo. But you are not a failure, you are a survivor of abuse, making your journey through to where one day you will emerge into the sun. Meanwhile, write to leave a trail, and also to inspire others who are also making their way through. The one thing I know - the people who hurt you back then - that was about them, it was not your fault.It is horrible how people hurt other people, especially children..........and I am always inspired at how those children make their way through to better lives for themselves. As you have, kiddo. May 2017 be a wonderful year of writing for you.
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