I detoured,
I changed paths
but still I ended up
at the very destination
I was evading
The more you repel
the greater the attraction
The more you indulge
The deeper the void
These days, my soul
swoons in the gloom
as belief slithers away
I’m losing vital parts of me
And growing parts I hate to have
My eyes are heavily smudged
with despondency
Nights overstay
Days are painful hues of red
Something is scathed inside
Could be hope
could be faith
could be discipline
As it bleeds
It rots and burns my belly
Till hell is poked inside me
flickers rise, sparks violence
then razor edges stained
They’ll rust
as my cuts heal
Maybe tomorrow
I’ll not need to cut
“And growing parts I hate to have”
I love this part 🙂
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Well do some days
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The imagery is very emotive George. I felt this poem!
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Thanks for the read, Chevvy.
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Its a beautiful poem. “The more you repel the greater the attraction”. Very true.
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Thanks so much V for the read. This is so true, what you want not is what allures you more
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