12/10/2020
Thin, paper thin
Moods of ice and glass
One wrong nudge
Or a drop on the pavement
And they shatter.
In comes the darkness
It's a familiar darkness
Hello, Darkness-
You come here often?
Unfortunately you're a patron
A regular customer
You're always there whether I need
You or not
Might as well call you my best friend.
Oh, but Darkness, you are not my friend
You saturate my skull cavities
Like liquified ink
You pulverize me with your fists
And when yours are bloody, bones askew
You utilize mine
My hands, my fists
You make me beat myself with them.
I never seem to learn
That I am not a pathway
Not a thing to be walked upon,
Littered on, crapped on, stomped on-
Anything you can do to a hiking trail
Is what I feel is done to me
And then some.
A punching bag
I am not
Yet I continue to beat myself up
These blisters form callouses on
My bloody skin
Only to split open again from the next
Onslaught.
