My poison runs deep
My spirit is wanned
My emotions are rung tightly
My blood feels thick
Whenever I can feel it
My heart drifts from ache to strain
The blackness in my eyes feels consuming
A blacked tar that only I can feel
The thoughts that come to me
Unbididoned and unwanted
They live as the doubt
The proof of my poison
That thick ichor dripping through my cavities
Only I feel that sting everyday
A poison I risk to spread to any that see myself
If I were to open myself
It would only be to poison those that seek me
I must continue to hold my heart still
I must continue to weather this poison
I must keep myself secluded
Or I risk gaining that comfort I fear to lose
About the Creator
MothMa'am
I want to work and build on my emotional intelligence. I want to feel out my expressions and share these thoughts with others. I hope to find places where others can relate or better word these thoughts.
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