•The Drink•
With all of the rainfall around me
I shed none
The scowl of repetition shows clearly
As I look myself in the face
Of the bathroom mirror
Have I become numb ?
To the deep, dark evilness
Of the devils drink ?
I become saddened to what
My life has become
She can't tell her limit
But never stops the reckoning
As it comes, to destroy our lives
Wow, I never thought
I would have mommy and daddy issues
One gone, to never be seen
And the other's presence
Smells of the bar of
Bad memories
Put the drink down mom
And come hold me
I feel cold to what Ive
Become hardened to
And that is, trauma
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Morgan's POV
PoetryA peek inside my mind of what I go through but never say out loud. This is the closest my poems will go out to the world but this is a small step in the right direction. I hope you like it here. 🌷
