Poem #391

There’s so much confusion in me 
because on that day a lightning struck  
from the sky and divided me in half. 

It’s like my soul is trying to maintain balance 
while it’s being torn apart by two extremes of my character. 

On one hand I want to forgive him, 
I understand there were circumstances that made him this way 
but the other hand would gladly keep his head under water 
to get revenge for everything. 

The skeletons were never in the closet, 
it was a house of bones. 
I believe I left some of my own behind  
when I ran away to save my sanity. 

What if this chained beast chews its way to freedom 
and becomes even more rabid after years of being fed 
nothing but silence and repressed memories? 

I swear I saw my own face move in the mirror while I stood still. 
I feel like a ticking bomb.  
This is what being a child expected to be the bigger person does to you. 
It splits you right down the middle,  
forces you to control yourself to exhaustion 
makes heaven and hell reside in your mind 
without making room for any grey area.  


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1 thought on “Poem #391

  1. Very well written

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