Sanctuary [Poetry]

12-31-2018

//What destroys you?

For me it's the color of green.Maybe someone would laugh and grin.Because for norms— it stands for nature,But for some—it's the symbol of torture.

It tastes like poison,For it could kills a person.Drink it without consent—And you'll die like you meant.

It smells like a sweaty, rotten shoes—You run and hide like a fool,Afraid you will be chasedBy the shadows you don't want to face.

It looks like a shackle—a metal chain,It keeps you unmoved and restrained.Cold blood painfully flows in your vein.Nervous that no one could save you—not even a saint.

It sounds like that taps on the floor—It stiffened you, you don't want anymore.It makes your heart race, it makes you cry.It makes you scream and gasp with deep, shaky sigh.

It feels like the shiver on your skin,Like a storm dragging you in,It keeps you sinking from within.Keep struggling and you'll never win.