Trauma’s Aftermath

I crave the void that I hate
for life hurled me to darkness
and its prolific pain dyed
my coral core pitch black.

I crave the void that I hate.
my bed is like a dungeon
of bittersweet horrors
and stunted defeated dreams.

I crave the void that I hate
for trauma tainted me so.
The warmth I once hosted
is now a cold void – my host.

 

29/03/2016 © Waseem Sherif

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