Today I feel ashamed of who I am
Wanting the very thing I shouldn't
Loneliness wrapped its hand around my heart
As his grip tightens, I panic, afraid of the consequences
Guilt begins to cover my skin with black ash
Traces of iniquity left as ladybugs cover my gravestone
I am broken
This Black Plague entered my mind through my ears without my consent
Filling disease to my fingers with a frost bitten touch
Everyone I know now has black hands
Hate permeates my thoughts as a violet drape
And as I remove foreign bodies from my abdomen, hurt and pain are pulled from my liver and spleen
Trying to walk with no legs
Trying to speak with no tongue
Trying to see with no eyes
Trying to love never knowing love
Is this an omen of my life?
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i am what i am
PoetryLife takes on so many meanings and so many different perspectives that it makes it difficult to create a true version of yourself. "I Am What I Am" is a defining moment of poetry for me, when all the good and all the bad collide and create my identi...
