Consumed

The season has shifted towards a colder presence and I watch people shiver, hoping to be visited by a warm embrace
My body has become accustomed to the low degrees from the shallowness i once provided
I sit still with thin clothing while others are bundled up and watching the fog of their breath
But lately I noticed small quivers throughout my body and began to wonder..
It didn’t take long to come to a conclusion
She did this to me....
Making me feel
Making me regret
Making me think
I’ve grown soft and vulnerable but I enjoy it
It feels more normal than feeling nothing at all
But it’s never this easy, my demons love to come out and play when things are going my way
The angel on my shoulder grows quieter by the day, leaving me alone with my thoughts
Another test is coming but this time i have a different approach
I have a reason to fight instead of being consumed
Thanks to you

Reviews

[Jon R.T.]

Fight the good fight, I enjoyed your poem very candor slice of life. Idk if it’s fictional or from irl interactions but from what I read it seems you found someone you rely on. Keep on writing.