Numb
I need to scream
Until my voice is gone
Dig my nails into my skin
Until it bleeds
My mind
Numb
My heart
A bottomless pit of sorrow
Anger courses through my veins
Bile floods the depths of my throat
Dejection pours from my soul
I gasp for breath
My mind
Quiets for an instant
My eyes meet yours
In silent demand
Can you not see what you’ve done?
I need to scream
Thickened blankets of shame
Smother me
Darkening everything
My heart is black
Tears bleed from my eyes
Screaming my pain
Until my voice finds no sound
It makes no difference
Doesn’t matter at all
You’ll never be satisfied
I’m not the monster
You’ve painted me to be
Even now as I lay
Entangled in your blanket of shame
You’ll never acknowledge my pain
Continue your punishing tirade
Be careful not to touch
I may soil your precious skin
Even though I’m truly
A manifestation of your sin
Two powerful energies
Fight a battle of familiar misery
Entangled in a war
Their purpose unclear
Yet they persist
Tempting the Gods
Tempting each other
Damning their souls
There is no rhyme
There is no reason
No solution in what they seek
Seemingly doomed
Crashing into one another
For eternity
Bathing in ambivalence
Vast passion compels them
To battle, to hold on
Ignoring all the rules
The seduction of power
Consumes all things between them
What is it they seek?
Could it be, simply
Understanding?
Cold in my watery grave
Darkness encroaches
Surrounding all sides of me
A familiar ghost keeps watch
Mocking me
Tattered threads of hope
Float inside this final resting place
Undying amounts of disappointment
Encapsulate my remains
Broken and battered
Damaged by my own hands
Cracks in my armor
Reveal vulnerability
My last appeal unanswered
Hope dies
Along with my heart
Formerly given
Without restraint
By me
What’s behind your eyes,
Seized under lock and key?
What secrets do you hold
Within the pools of your soul?
Don’t fear your truth.
It doesn’t define you, as you believe.
Turn to the looking glass,
That’s where I’ll be.
Tell me your stories.
I’m listening.
In them, there’s beauty.
You will see.
It’s all just a memory.
Not the designation of who you’re meant to be.
Behind your eyes,
Lingers truth and vulnerability.
Turn to my looking glass,
I will set you free.
