Your words corrode me
They don't just hurt, they burn me
Stain and taint me, shame me
How many times do I have to use these words
Before someone, anyone starts to learn
That I am broken, I am vulnerable
And most of what you see is capable
Of descending further into despair
And is it then that you will care?
Is it when I am so far gone that you realise
That your words tore me down, period.
I am not going to say it, I write it
Because I am too proud to fight it
Too embarrassed to admit it
That I am ready to withdraw
Ready to give up.
Are you?
YOU ARE READING
Ethereal Abyss
شِعرPoetry for me began as a much needed escape from the reality of this world. The same endless routines, faceless people day after day. A slow steady evolution began in my solitude as my work started changing from the torturing monotonous cries of esc...
