Malice, Hurt and loneliness
they have the opposite direction than what's usually right
such dark feelings are often hidden in such a twisted corner
that they're inaccessible to light
Cleaning them takes too much discipline,
throwing them away is so much more trouble
that it ends up being stuffed into our minds
stuffed into our emotional cauldron
causing all the more stress
Sometimes when our mind hurts and no one listens
it's hard to figure out why
why are we the ones
and not other people well deserving of this spot
stuck in this stinky pig sty
I'm so tired of this repeating nonsense,
repeating self-pity
I'm so tired of this self-rotating garbage
making my logic frayed
But the only fuel I have
is hope
Hope that there's another option
that where there is light
that it's never too late to shine darkness on it
YOU ARE READING
Express Myself- a collection of short poems
PoetryEntrance into the forest between childhood and being an adult