Blood pulsing in your veins
Feral growls passing through
Eyebrows knit together
All aimed at you
Limbs quaking with anger
Hands curl into fists
Shaking to slam one
Into a wall
A floor
Anything works
The urge to inflict pain
Emotional
Physical
It depends
You feel like a firework
About to explode
Lies sink into the unknown
Your mind wants to rebel
Your heart says no
But your body urges yes
Wounded and injured
Red with lashes
Scarlet with humiliation
Crimson of blood
Like rose petals scattering
Wilting as they fade
Into nonbeing
They came and left
Pushing all the right buttons
Wondering how they knew
Like a master at their skill
Knowing a recipe by heart
Saying all the wrong things
And yet the right ones
Making me boil
And over again
I start to fall
Into unfathomable darkness
Rather cold and scary
Lonely and sad
Somehow quite frightening
Unsure of what to do
Nothing interests you
Not anymore
All is gray
Black
Perhaps a bit of white
Silence overbearing
Eyes lowering
Frowns settling
Annoyance pricking
When people ask
About what is wrong
Nothing is
What about right
Not that either
Then what
You have no clue
And it's precisely that reason
That gets you all tired
Exhausted
And weary
Need something exciting
But none to be found
Every day is like
The other
Accusations darting
Towards you
From everywhere
Not a moment's peace
Not a single second
Of quiet rest
And solitude
Or reflection
Everything is the
Exact same
Nowhere is different
Hollowness is evident
Faces forlorn
Not knowing where to go
What to do
Not even if you should
Or if you even could
You start to boil down
To a low simmer
And you try to think
About what had happened
And how did it happen
But answers don't arrive
You're stuck in the dark
Not allowed to cry
Not allowed to talk
Always left behind
Trying to keep up.
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Chromatic Musings
PoetryA series of free-style reflective poems. Note: All are personal and may not apply to all readers.
