A world crumbling around my body
Those I love suffering; breaking
Yet the chains on my bruised ankles
Restrain my screams; my yearning to help
I watch as they taunt me
Picking their flesh, destroying their lives
Calling out for the boy in the chains
That hold him back from the rescue
But what about my world?
These chains, they blister my flesh
My own universe crumbles beneath my feet
Yet I do not cry for assistance
Because in some way, I feel as if
The words I want to scream
Aren't as important as those around me
So I'll starve in my own mind
I'll let the earth devour my existence
Without saying a word.
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phosphenes
PoetryA collection of poems about mental health, identity and love. TW AND CW FOR POSSIBLY TRIGGERING TOPICS.
