There’s a darkness within me

A mass of black and hate

It burdens my mind

It weighs down my arms.



I feel it in my throat

I feel it coat my tongue

It’s grip on my lungs tighten

And my lips twist to harm.



~k.hem

“Hello Love,” I whisper to the moon.

I have never felt right,
writing this poem.
They keep saying
that I'm "strong".
I don't feel strong.
I feel...

like ripping off my skin
wouldn't be enough
that breaking my hands
couldn't help

I feel lost.
The lion has left me.

She paused, an almost smile flitted across her sorrow sunken face.
Her blonde hair reminded me of someone I used to know
Her blue eyes, while clouded, reminiscent of warmth.

She returned to her hymn, the mourning pitch rung in my ears.
"Do you sing for Beauty?"
"Do you sing for Truth?"

She never answered.

It hurts to be this empty.

It hurts to long this much.

All I ever needed from you

was a loving touch.

Maybe a smile

a laugh

kindness

But I was met with harsh words

and cold blue eyes.

~k.hem

their whispers
are like
spells

I don’t know how many nights

I’ve spent crying silently.

Not wanting to cry out.

Just hoping her soul

would see the darkness in mine.

And save me.

But all remained quiet.

Perhaps that’s why I went to fire for comfort.