everything is rotten
Nothing carries gold
It's all rotted, full of sawdust and fat pieces that you throw out
Everything I do is nothing
I can't seem to find a way out
I keep trying to make it out
I am drowning trying to get out even a tiny bit
The black metallic blast of swirling
Phantom desperation
That makes me curl up on the inside like a damaged flower
Never got any sunshine
Got kicked and spat at and laughed at
I can't make it out
I shall not return to Elysium
I am
Drowning out all the sounds
But they find their way in my orifices
Like a screaming, screeching sonic boom
About the Creator
Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos.
I am Bexley is published by Resurgence Novels here.
The Half Paper Moon is available on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella Carnivorous is to be published by Eukalypto soon! Coming soon
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Comments (6)
Prayers.
Pure heartbreaking!!!
This was so deep and powerful! Fantastic poem!❤️
It's heart-wrenching to read. Are you okay, melissa? 🥺❤️
Dear sweet Merly, are you okay? 🥺 Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
Great work and intriguing title Melissa! I loved the flower and never got any Sunshine lines particularly! ☺️👏