How I Disappear

just a crappy poem about conflict

This way and that,
Hither and yon;
Torn by extremes,
Trying to hold on.

I want to remember
A time of "before".
There have been too many.
My mind is a w***e.

She flirts with destruction
And sells out to lies;
Taking abuse
With its fake-smiled prize.

She's no better than dirt,
Though filled with gold,
A masochist true -
Her own whip she holds.

It is a cycle,
Like Ouroboros.
I am that serpent.
I shrink as I grow.

Reviews

[Wren Ann Nicholson]

I love the self torment in this piece. I relate to this all too well, beautifully put and very connectible. Thank you so much for sharing

~Wren

[Jessica Elaine Stevens ..]

I like this a lot. The rhyming is executed very very well and you don't deviate from the overall message- self-destruction and betrayal. A concept I'm familiar with myself. Very nicely done :)