There’s a sinking in my stomach and a stabbing in my brain.
I find myself hiding and focused on the pain.
The wounds you cannot see are more severe than those you can.
But you can’t unwitness the bloody floor on which you stand.
You take a moment to contemplate, seeing through the terrifying darkness.
A realization that is suffocating, with its bitter sharpness.
The pit is so immense the light can’t reach the jagged rocks below.
You can look but you will never know.
I’m screaming with the unheard voice of agony.
You can’t feel this yet I’m seeking out your empathy.
I’m shaking violently to hold back the demons control.
This deadly story painted with lost pieces of my soul.
The voices are drowning out my thoughts.
You see my silence as Pandora’s box.
The wounds you cannot see are more severe than those you can.
But you can’t unwitness the bloody floor on which you stand.
Cut away the mental ties with razor blades and little knives.
You only see the future scars and not the near catastrophic fate of our lives.
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you left me speechless with this poem. not quite –
disturbing and dark, authentic.
a vivid nightmare poured out masterfully for us to feel with you, together.