a weak facade,
protecting him against the malevolence of reality,
takes the brunt of their torment,
with each kick, slap and curse.
the thorns of abuse penetrate his barrier,
embedding themselves in his flesh,
and poison him slowly,
until they turn on their owner,
leaving him bitter and twisted;
he’s perilous to everyone.
when he’s no longer coughing up blood,
but weak gasps of air,
his mind slips into a dark oblivion of nightmares
where he can do nothing but mourn,
because what hope is there for the afflicted,
when mending their scars is futile?
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PoesíaThis is just an assortment of my thoughts. The cover was produced by @etherealinsanity, who has her own collection of thoughts in a book called 'set free', which will literally leave you speechless. She was one of my many inspirations to write mysel...
