Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2020
They idolized my deep seeded melancholia
claiming it graceful and unique

it was neither of those qualities however

subtly  existing was a despairing emptiness within the deepest depths of human consciousness,

someone whom ought not be idolized in the slightest

born in disorder
heart in unrest
instability within my soul
with chaos for bones.

if the anguish ensconced within my heart alongside the distress infused in my soul were translated upon my skin
you wouldn’t recognize me..
.. as broken as I am

🕳
Rissa Timmons
Written by
Rissa Timmons  20/F/Portlandia
(20/F/Portlandia)   
187
   --- and ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems