Oh I wish it were so
They tore me apart
They stung
They were toxic
Why couldn't they be peaceful?
Comforting?
Soothing?
And kind?
It was like I was respiring anaerobically
Panting for oxygen
They were trying to kill me
Thoughts about overdosing on sleeping pills
But He appeared like he always does
He wrapped me in a blanket of positivity
But they always flow
Like untreated sewage into the ocean
Reducing life
Destroying me
Uplift me for once
Help me to see the bigger picture
For my frame is so small
Yet you constantly rip the image apart
Until there's nothing to see
Like what I am to you
Nothing
Sing a melodious verse
Or motivate me to reach higher heights
So I can finally say
This is music to my ears
Poet: Rosemarie Moore
YOU ARE READING
Music To My Ears
PoetryI was in a very bad mood when I wrote this. Have you ever been emotionally abused? Demotivated? In dire need of upliftment? Well, I have.
