I think there's a fire in my head,
I think it's the malaria, but,
Maybe it's just the trauma.
This is a recurrent nightmare,
One that I'm trapped in.
No one shine light on us,
Just the individuals involved,
We are trampled, like the grass beneath the elephant.
I stand under the rain of pain, curses and trauma.
There will come a time where I'll succumb to the blade,
One can only be trapped for so long before running,
Even if the race is to death, at least it's an escape.
I was smiling, now, I'm hot all over,
That knot in my throat has returned, perhaps it never left.
I'm tired and I ache for someone I hurt, someone who hurt me and left.
I would like my dad to walk me down the aisle, but I think I'll be long dead before then, killed by him, her, me, everyone.
Harsh, but true. Save me.
I just can't leave them. This feels like a suicide note, the only difference is I'm not dying tonight.
Saturday, 8pm ish, January 2023, 29.
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Something Mending -- VOL 1
PoetryOf Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength...
