Untitled #1 Poem by Victoria Annette Bailey

Walking home from heartache
In the non-existent rain,
Hiding underneath my hood
Killing time again.
Now my eyes are open
To what I wanted for so long,
This moments been repeated
In my mind; but something’s wrong.
I dreamt of finding answers
Of liking going home,
Finally I understand
That I am not alone.
For years, I have relieved this
Like a record on repeat,
Pulling the needle to the start
Another guilty cheat.
I wanted to find someone
Instead I have found more,
Coping in our painful way,
Trying to ignore.
There are more who understand
I know that should be good,
It’s not, it multiplies the fear
I’ve never understood.
The only thing I lived for
My last ember of hope
Was destroyed this afternoon
Leaving me to cope.