Waves of regret roll through your body,
Remembrance a spear
And a holy grail of fear
Waiting to shoot fourth
And pierce your skin,
Turning it black,
Corrupt into ash.
Your heart seems weak,
Or lost,
You can't tell,
Unsure whether you're hurt
Or lost in the abyss
Of your unintended abuse.
Black waves roll through your mind
From a storm of long ago,
That doesn't seem to waver
In a world of unfavor;
Rules written with blood
Dye the ocean red,
Soaking your eyes in
Colors from above your head,
Unknowing unimportant information
Seems to stain their ocean
With the blood coating your skin,
But without the knowledge of
Of the blood
You've been claimed to shed,
You cannot fix the wound of
The source of the red.
YOU ARE READING
Echoes of the Deep
PoetryA collection of poetry I've written over the years dealing with my journey through depression and self-harm. It's a mental health journey. (Also, I've Updated the cover! Final Edition) Trigger warning: lots of my writing is a bit dark - deals wit...
