Poetry... My Gallery

Tormented

Men are the devils of the earth, and the animals are it's tormented souls........Arthur Selopenhauer.

Tormented.

Skin as pale as death

eyes bloodshot as hell

those are the features that

make up my damaged soul

a life full of grief

Everyone has their demons to slay

my demons fought me

they slew and prevailed over me

Freak, witch, unwanted, evil

are some of my many names

that I have come to accept

head slamming against concrete walls

red liquid drips down

the sides of my face like art on canvas

the pungent smell of blood

is as perfume to my nose

black dots draws me in

i give in to the darkness drawing me in

The darkness fills me

it becomes one with my soul

I feel alive but I know

deep down that I am long dead

My body forever holds the colours

blue and black

I am a broken vessel

a long forgotten

the abuse swallowed me whole

now I see my body clad In white

inside my coffin___brown

I see my abusers crying.

I was once born by my tormentors

I was once abused by those who bore me

now I have died by their hands

they gave me life and they snatched it from me

I was never loved

I read books about transition but

I don't see the light___it spoke about

so now I will live the rest of eternity

tormenting my tormentors.

©Ruth Robert17.