Black Magic
Trauma
I sit as venom assaults my ears.
All I can do is reign back the tears.
I have lived with Black Magic for 31 years.
My mouth is dry,
I can’t help but wonder why.
I taste acidity, bile rising in my throat.
My mind is so boggled by history rewrote.
I see eyes rolling.
It’s almost as draining as dead scrolling.
My health is no more than a joke.
It makes me wish that I would choke.
I can smell the salt sea air.
The booze seems to make a good pair.
I have always been on trial.
The world looks at me with denial.
The emotional pain is too much.
But really am I asking too much?
Scratches down my arm to manifest the pain.
I need the pain to be physical and plain.
In reality it’s hard to explain.
About the Creator
Chantae Harding
Time to be honest and cut the crap. I love to write! I always have. I lost that for a while. I am here to grow, learn, and experience my own writing process. If you don't like my writing that's ok. I'm still learning.
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Comments (1)
Chantae, this was a really emotional and raw poem. I appreciate your rhyme scheme and the flow of the overall poem! Nicely done!