Lapse in concentration
Relapse of the past
I shut my eyes for fear
They're coming to get me
My mouth tastes metallic
My fingers are nothing
But raw, bleeding flesh
I dig deeper
Dig for the truth
But am disappointed
With bloody remorse
Flames of shame
Enfurl my naked body
Physical convulsions
Mental explosions
I rot right down to the bone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I feel you on this one. Maybe not as viscerally, but I know about that anxiety.. nice work