A climbing thorned plant
that spirals and spikes through
my marshmallow mind.
Drawing darker shades that
splodge my memories and
my foggy windows with
carcinogenic patterns that
I can only see,
its systems placed in me.
Chain links of rejection form
and repeat harder
with rhythm and forlorn.
By the throat the chain vine chokes
tight with its weight spilling anger
over and over till I scream!
'Fucking twisted little weed
I've had enough of you
and yet you still make me bleed!'
Dragging me down into the soil
past bones and souls of long ago.
Till I'm buried deep past decay.
Now it has me in the darkness
now it has me in pain
Helpless and vain.
Consuming my hue
shinning out of my pores
prompting the clans reluctant rue.
Pity is what I see and its a shame
because they are blind
by my grey castle entwined.
I know what you are that's why you shine.
Darkness you are the words unspoken
from expressions unfolded
and love contained and boxed.
Its hard to know if I will ever grow
when I'm stunted so
A blade of grass on its own.
I will carry you my darkness
and make you my own
because its what I can see what I've been shown.....
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