Renamed – Trauma (Audio Poetry)

It was a thousand breaths I took
To scale a shaken nook
That withered my spirit
Every nerve in me could hear it
No words
Spirituality
Not even the gods could sear it
The brokenness that transmitted through my spine
And grew
Locs wrapped around my veins like vines
It was a mangled twist
That spew curse words between these lips
Patterns
That left bruises in the seams of my hips
No one knew the dangers that formed from this riff
I’m still confused and somewhat amused by
This Trauma

 

I had an oversupply of fuck yous

That nobody knew

Came

From

Me

I can hear it in the distance

Bleeding the sound

That can be heard miles

And miles

And miles beneath burdened ground

I can feel it

Even under a whisper

Sensations plague my senses

Without my permission

Like military transistors

And lust craves my very essence

Sad and lonely suffers my bones

Left me

Dropped

Lava

Melted

Deep

Ratchet

Between dark alleys

And ancient cobblestones

Tears heavy like bricks

Pots so deep it was hard to mix

The word fix with exist

And my inner twitch was hard to resist

Because

I

Still

Love him

His lips

Drip

Melted candle sticks

Was a bad trip

Standing beyond this cliff

Waiting for pigs to fly

And I had an oversupply of fuck yous

That nobody knew

Came

Directly

From

Me

Dark skies encompass my heart

Because for a brief moment we were just centimeters apart

And she held on tightly to my gentle parts

That float

In limbo

Somewhere eon’s out in the hemisphere

I want her gone

The sickening truth is

She is part of my scares

And she will always live here

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