Drive it through with uncanny easy,
Frightening it should be, but that is not how it feels,
The numbness is so comforting, negating the pleas,
Completely ignoring the pain so effortlessly.
Seeing those pearly reds drop to the floor is like a neon sign,
A sign of purification, of infected matter being removed,
Though true many would consider such an act out of line,
Even so, with each drop spilled, I feel so re-newed.
Now I am contaminated less by the evil within me,
As it trickles past the borders, I feel more worthy now,
I can feel the difference; victory and hope are all I see,
Elated and fulfilled, I wipe my sweaty brow.
The job is done and the purge has begun,
With each cleansing drive I feel whole again,
My spirit soars as my true self, and the person I am now become one,
With shedding of this waste everything is becoming right as rain.
My head reels and I start to lose my balance fast,
But the dizziness bothers me little as I have done it,
I am happy but tired as I forget the past,
Slowly I rise and purify some more with clear waters bit by bit.
Washing my skin of all my evils and taking a deep breath,
I am out of yet another draining terribly hurtful rut,
Life seems better; even so I look to tomorrow with dread,
I am wary of all its pain; but at least I solved one mess with that fresh cut.
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A Voice Unheard - Part II: Poetry
Poetry"A Voice Unheard" is an anthology of both prose and poetry covering topics related to human life and the struggles humans go through manoeuvring human relationships. It deals with issues that people don't normally feel comfortable expressing or deal...
