#winterlepoems

[drratiosstudent]

Drowning in Crimson Ink

Perhaps one day I’ll die

By drowning in all the

Unspoken words and

Heavy emotions that

Lay deep within my heart.

But still,

I will keep writing in hopes that

Maybe I’ll be strong enough to

Swim through the crimson ink of my

Sorrows.

[drratiosstudent]

Cry for me

‘Cry for me.’

My heart said.

‘I can’t.’

My mind said.

‘Then suffer.’

My body said.

*Inspired by the book The Body Keeps the Score by Bessel van der Kolk

[drratiosstudent]

Sorrow

It is another kind of sorrow,

To watch the words that have once played with you -

Run away,

Afraid,

For they cannot bear the burden

Of your heavy heart.

[drratiosstudent]

Catharsis

Catharsis:

The words you read have been

Torn off my heart

In hopes of self-purification.

[drratiosstudent]

I was not allowed to grieve

*Trigger Warning: Mentions and allusions to various types of abuse and violence.

I was not allowed to grieve,

When my body was sold and ravaged

By those things that monsters fear.

I was not allowed to grieve,

When I watched my mother die protecting my baby brother

From the vicious claws of hatred and cruelty.

I was not allowed to grieve,

When I was told my friend would never be able to

Laugh with me about the insanity of life.

I was not allowed to grieve,

When I smelt the burnt ashes rising from the withering corpse

Of a stranger who once gave me a smile.

I was not allowed to grieve when I had to 

Protect myself, 

Fight for others,

Defend my people -

I look up at the stars and shout:

When will I be allowed to grieve?!

When will they listen to our cries?!

When will we be given time to let our hearts bleed as we wish?!

Am I supposed to lay here on my deathbed,

Unable to shed even a single tear,

Or let the world know of my grief?

Is life cruel enough to force my grief under covers for the sake of living?

Is death cruel enough to take me away before I can grieve?

Is humanity cruel enough to take my grief away for their own disgusting satisfaction?

Give me my time,

Give me my love,

Give me my people,

Give me my grief.

Give me all that you have taken from me.

Then maybe, 

Just maybe,

I may become human again.

A human who grieves.

[drratiosstudent]

Ghost

I walk over the gravestones that 

Houses the cold and lifeless bodies.

The wind shivers at the loneliness of their homes

During the dark and fearful nights.

But still, this place holds 

A little more warmth

A little more love

A little more life

Than this shallow and fatigued body of mine.

At least these bodies have a home.

They have people who miss them.

Flowers adorn their gray and mottled bed,

Gravekeepers stroll by and keep them company.

I walk on and on.

Perhaps it’s not surprising

That I feel more like a ghost,

Than these spirits abandoned by 

Life.

For Death will not keep my broken soul.

Nor will Life hear my desperate pleas.

[drratiosstudent]

Thirsty

I grew up thirsty. 

Now that I’ve had a taste of water, 

I can’t help but want to drown in an ocean, 

Despite knowing it’ll lead to my demise.

[drratiosstudent]

Beautiful Flower

Oh!

How I’ve learnt to

Despise the beauty

My flower offers.

Oh!

How my eyes have been tainted

To see the pinks and yellows as

Dirty stains - 

Simply because you do not like

Pink and Yellow.