Sometimes I feel like my mind is spinning so much I can’t figure out what to say and when I finally do the words I spit out are rotting on a once-pure page

Infectious and greedy as that ugliness spreads like weeds
marking the damages it dissipates into the darkness my soul feeds
sonnets filled with sins
***** poetry I spin
like a dream but all I see is darkness
as it fills my mind heart and soul to the brim
seeping onto my skin
light shining through a cloud
my scars a clear reminder
of the pain I refuse to allow
never say out loud
I know I promised
I know I vowed
but the silver is already in my hand
and there is already blood now
-S.L.K