Poems From The Humble Heart

Traumatized

The trauma

it followed me home

now it resides deep in my bones

theres a sadness

that nests in my heart

and tears my insides apart

these ghosts

show up in the mirror

but its my reflection that I really fear

I detest the dark circles under my eyes

I resemble a corpse covered in flies

these worries 

they bore little holes 

like dozens of tiny moles

digging deep into my skull

if my head was a ship, there'd be holes in the hull

where troublesome thoughts flood into my brain

insighting a panic and causing me pain.