Published by: June Robert De Guzman
Date Published: June 2, 2023
Time Published: 10:55 AM
Category: Poetry
Theme: Emotional Turmoil
Beneath ink's wicked and toxic embrace,
Self-sabotage eventually found its place
Within myself, as words twist and bleed
My rotting flesh, in shadows feed.
Each line a knife; sharp and sly,
Too much to contain, I bleed a tortured cry
A sadistic dance in verses weaved,
A poet can only cry with no time to grieve.
Within this soul, darkness resides,
Repeating to oneself that the pain will subside
Inanimate, and in despair, secrets conceal
In a delirious state, I can't tell which one is real.
Are lies believed because they're convenient?
Or is the truth neglected because it hurts?
Every day, gaslighting that hopefully, it'll work,
Yet, I always end up going berserk.
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