I am standing in the middle,
With bare and cold feet in the water,
Invading the coldness of my skin,
Collecting the fluids in my body.
The foam of water is relaxing,
Yet something is heavy,
The flow is taking me,
Should I go and let it?
The impact is loud and painful,
Like a river or field of roses' thorns,
Then I see the stream so red,
I blink so hard and took a breath.
Like the power of birds freely flying,
There's too much freedom that causes negativities,
Like the power of lions, strong and roaring,
There's too much boastfulness and ignorance in the city.
Come the light of rising sun,
I'll reach for it but stairs are none.
Let the rain pour and wash me here,
The dirtiness of every part should be cleared.
I am standing in the middle,
Water stopped flowing.
The impact is gone and silence invades,
I look at the water black and thick.
Like the inside of myself drowning me in.
YOU ARE READING
The Darkness That Conquers Me
PoetrySome people may not understand the content and some may relate. I want people to know that this is common and might eat you alive. They say when you know you're being a victim, seek help. But it's not everytime that people will help people.
