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Am I doing enough?
Or falling behind?
Do they see the real me?
or just what I hide?

Will I ever belong?
Or always pretend?
Is this just the start?
or already the end?
My skin flames redness
                    No heart is true
My brain floats headless  
                          Where are you??

My lungs breathe brown
                  My muscles ache angst
My eyes crack the desert
                             Their stench is rank...

My heart beats heat
             My groin is green
                  My bones bleed blackness


                                    And itch in-between!


SøułSurvivør
9.14.2025

I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint. My heart has turned to wax; it has melted within me.
Psalm 22:14
Eczema with practically no medical relief! Heartless nursing home.
A vision of you.
Soaking up the midday sun.
Cold one in your hand.
Darkness black as coal.
I settle in for the night.
Train in the distance.
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