Drown in the Trenches
by Catherine MacKenzie (old poetry)
Beaten down and trapped
IN the wasteland trenches of
Dried up parental affection
So I sacrificed myself again
Drowning in despair again
As the life drains from my soul again
Thief of my soul
Killer of my heart
I wish you would care to see
The impact you've had on me
But closed off in a self absorbed mind
You
Only
See
You
And with every spat out hateful word
I get what I deserve
Smothered
Breathing in the dirt
That seems my only worth
When standing next to you
A black spot in a place demanding
Perfection
I cling to my only protection
As words assault me
Cold cock me
Leaving me breathless
And with each truth you deny
Speaking fiery lies
I seem not to be able to disbelieve
So peal me from my soul
Rip me from myself
With tears I ask
Does this make you happy now
Laugh as I sink
Leave as I drown
In the dried up trenches
Of parental affection
About the Creator
Catherine MacKenzie
I write about murders, and murderers. I write of thoughts, confusions, victories, defeats. Of love gained and love lost. Of life in all its multi-faceted glory.
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