Runt

Tropicana

Once upon a time I conjured up a spectacular notion,

I wondered what would be, if my mother had an abortion.

The very thought made me tingle with excitement,

The idea of not having been there, near crying every single lonely night.

My teenage mind confuzzled with hormones,

The bloody, lonely nights with the blades and bruises I sought for,

Broadcasts of laughter ascending from the ground floor.

I did undergo pensive melancholy as the mawkish sounds bounced of the door.

A prisoner to my dirty mind, intrusive thoughts,

Which I tried to treat and they too, soon, became a lost cause.

It strangely seeming as if the odds are against me,

Or was it/is it just the self fulfilling prophecy I have come to be?

 

  • Author: Tropicana (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 1st, 2016 15:27
  • Comment from author about the poem: My experiences as a teen and how they might've affected me in adult life, it explores ideas of my struggles such as, feeling misunderstood, somewhat betrayed and for the most part ignored by people who are supposed to love and care for me, as I entered my teens things started plummeting in terms of my personal development, which was appeasing to my jealous sibling who aided my negative situation happily and talked down to me to the point where I started to believe her venomous words... My depressive state would be dismissed and I felt I'd be better off unborn. The rest is open to interpretation/ reading between the lines. PS. Lack of publishing was due to my writers block, enjoy.
  • Category: Reflection
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