Sob spills out long stored pain,
"What do you hope to accomplish?!"
Laughs tear the words like paper.
What they want isn't even known to them.
Ecstasy comes from the thought they belong.
But to who?
Snatching joy,
Swiping purity.
I went from green to blue.
Fall in line,
You're no special.
Wipe my boots,
Good's little helper.
Turn black and blue
YOU ARE READING
Drowned By the Ashes
PoetryI don't remember when I started drowning. I was probably just born in the water. *TRIGGER WARNING!!!* My earliest poetry that evolved as time went by.
