Allured in the darkness
Hearing, accepting everything that falls with it.
I crawl until my knees are breaking...
Into a small pivot.
Life has its grip on me,
Everything seems so rich! Oh it seems
Almost inevitably
Addicting! But I'm not the addict. It's My mind that follows the road with ever static.
I don't want it!
I never wanted to have it!
But I grasped it.
How did I come about it?
The prickly red thorns?
Or the sharp edged horns?
That plunge into my skin with no remorse
My beautiful skin, full of life and self care. The skin that is nonchalant and never punished—not even by the air. Flowing, glowing, no worries to come home with.
Now my skin aches of acne and it's pores are wide open, pushing its way into the sharp edges. Gruesome.
But that's not all that this mind has took from me...
I wish I were wholesome and I hadn't ate that part of me, missing. Feeding into an empty whole that needed fixing but, instead I start swishing.....the salt of life in a wound. That was slapped inside my soul since I came out my mothers womb.
I reminisced and dream of lovers that I could convince....
Of being part of my prominence but oh my, the damage that I did....
If I could go back home with all that I know, with all the danger I am in, I wouldn't fix anything but I would've unhid.
YOU ARE READING
I just wanna' write
PoetryThis is a series of raw poetry that I write when my ego needs to speak. There will be grammar errors, I don't care about them. I write and write until I feel like it's completed with the message I want to send. I don't go back and change things to r...
