All I See
/All I see
When I look inside…
Memories compress,
In the recess of the mind.
Thoughts confined,
By the passing of time.
A shine dedicated
To a past divine.
The horrors expressed
So totally mine…
I’m sorry to confirm,
You have a case of thought worm.
Soon they will infect your brain,
With reverberated pain.
They will burrow and squirm
And spread their sperm.
I use poetry as a form of writing therapy. This poem highlights how I was feeling in the moment about myself, the world and my place in it.
I was feeling significantly depressed, with thoughts of past trauma and feelings of low self worth mingling with the façade that I sometimes feel forced to adopt to fit in.
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