Grip the flesh
Grind the bones
I am not my own
Past the point of no return
And no redemption
Just feminine vermin
And nothing to contribute,
I have stopped thinking!!
It is better to let life pass
Than to pass on,
And much better to hurt
Yourself than others.
Now a cancerous canvas
Just as my origin
In total contempt.
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- Comment from author about the poem: so sleepy 24/7 and so so so busy. too much has happened in such a short span of time and it's incredibly hard to deal with.
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Comments5
Strong words of anger lay in this poem giving it power but at the same time so self deprecating.
Thank you for reading
Always a pleasure
โI have stopped thinkingโ I aspire..
don't we all haha. thank you for reading
Hayleigh, Iโve brushed up against that kind of inner noise beforeโฆwhere everything turns inward and starts to collapse on itself. You captured that intensity in a way that feels immediate and real. Itโs not easy to put that into words and you did it well, my friend. ๐น๐ค๐๐ฏ๏ธ๐ฆโโฌ
Thank you
self depreciation is truly cancerous - better to nip it in the bud, and face your challenges with the quiet inner strength you will find you had in you...
The writer still has a conscience-He brought me up also out of an horrible pit,out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings. x
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