It hurts
Tears apart insides- sensations unknown and unwanted
Believe me, I know.
It places the pain inside, the feeling asserted.
You cannot escape a pain that hibernated
Unwanted, like a cancer, inside you.
Manifesting its ugly reality in all you do.
The words now fall from your mouth, red and awful
The songs inside your head scream of the same woeful
Sights, sounds and colours of awful truths.
Relief only found in the numbness at the bottom of a bottle
You’ve found that too many times.
YOU ARE READING
Perpetual emotions.
PoetryMost of these poems were written late at night, or in the early hours of the morning.
