I can feel you there
And I know that feeling is your profession
What you’re good for
Just to live inside my chest
You intensify every worry
Paranoia is your best friend
How long do you plan to stay this time?
How long until the end?
Is your point to eat me away
from the inside?
To mutilate the better parts
Of what once flourished
Inside my soul?
You ruin everything.
Every happy moment
Every streak of confidence
You creep in,
Like translucent fingers of smoke
Wrapping yourself around whatever you please
Tightening the ever present belt around my chest
You are the tinge on once bright, white linens
The sludge produced by snow and shit
You are a blood stain on a wedding dress
You take all that is innocent and pure and spoil it
Your work never done till you’ve rotted it
How can I fight your wickedness on my own?
So I turn to your sleep-inducing kryptonite
Lorazepam becoming my pathetic knight in shining armor
Its not what I want to feel, but anything is better than you
And still you lurk below the numbness
Waiting for my return
Will this battle with you
Not end until one of us is named the victor?
Surely it has become evident
That we cannot live in here together, you and I
One of us must force the other out
Either me out of my pain
Or you out of your glory
Note: This poem needs serious help. I just had no idea how to end it. any thoughts?
From the poetry section, read the original here: Original Poem