Disaster pulsing
Always beneath my skin,
Downfall breathing in my ears
Sweet promises.
The raging, biting, scraping
Inside my veins–
It is constant.
If I would loose
That choking, biting control–
If I only set free
The claws grasping, holding
My bones, my very being.
My emotions, my mind, my self
In check.
I could do it.
I could unleash it,
My forever, unrelenting darkness.
If I chose, I could be–
No.
However hidden, I am
Ruinous.
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Ruinous
PoetryA free verse collection of modern poetry, Ruinous takes readers through cycles of depression, growth, hurt, and healing. If you are searching for your next read in dark poetry, look no further. Sneak peek of a full book, available for purchase on Am...
