Poem
They play out in your head
They fall in torrents
Your mind is darkened with evil thoughts:
"If I go I will be at peace. When should I start? Where should I execute it?
I was created by God to suffer
Maybe if I go I will not be a burden to them."
You ask questions
"Why me? What did I do to deserve this?"
You sit by the wall
Head in your lap, hands clasped around your knees
For sometime motionless
While they continue to fall in torrents
They don't understand
Why you are this complex: Frequent mood swings and sensitive to certain things seeming humorous or irrelevant
But they can't be blamed
because they do not know
the pain and hurt you feel.
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Traumatised
PoetryA poem with 126 lines about a victim of abuse and trauma depicting their predicament.
