My Personal Garden of Eden (Poems)

ψ ᴜɴʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs ψ I

You try to swim through the ocean of living,

But shackles are tied to your feet.

Swimming through endless sorrow is too much;

Soon sinking and drowning in what you thought was once air.

You drown in what you thought once gave you life and leisure.

Your skin crawls and flakes,

You are dying from what's inside yourself; unescapable.

The toxicity is suffocating and cancerous,

Yet it clings onto you like a tumour and never gives up.

Some push it out; allow it to stay; give up themselves.

You walk in the deserted sandy lands, alone and scared.

And you find a soft spot in the sand, it feels right.

You sink in it's care and gratitude, it's warmth and protection.

But it soon consumes us like a sludge, it's quicksand.

Now you're begging for help against once gave comfort.

Mustn't you try to get rid of what kills you?

Many are blind and can't see the betrayal that lies before them.

Feelings always cloud our eyes in different ways.

What we once loved will always cut back a curved blade.

Whom we trusted will hurt your heart, the place you forbade.

The final straw is the jungle terrain and trees.

Branches snapping back at you for any small transgression.

One stomped leaf alerts all around you, eyes never peel away,

It feels endless and hopeless, bugs bite you until you bleed.

Scrapes, cuts and bruises over your soft skin, broken and blistered.

After all you've made it through the hardships,

You've gone past the poisonous waters, jungles and deserts.

But the scars stay forever, your mind no longer innocent.

You've seen the horrors of someone's true colours.

Freedom is in your healing grasp, but pain swells in an unrepairable place.

Your heart.