A cauldron within my soul
Filled to the brim of a coloured liquid
One which no one knew, unique
With every soul
It constantly filled but never over spilled
It filled with memories, core values
But a deep red colour seeped in
Causing the once harmonious cauldron
To drip
At the start, one drip every few years
But slowly it accumulated a puddle
And the puddle grew bigger and bigger
Till a lake formed
Of a bold metallic maroon
It caused a hazy sky to rise within the mind
And a darkness to settle in the eyes
A pain to arise in the chest
And a numbness, akin to static in the nerves
A feeling.
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Hopeless Poet
PoetryI write about the world. Her, him, the places of meaning, aggression, compassion, or human nature. TRIGGER WARNING !! some poems talk about s*elf harm and su*cide. Please do not read if you are sensitive to such topics. I will try to put a trigger...
