I am like a wall of thorns

An acacia

Such perfect biology with one defect…

I cannot let you close

My deepest longing has become

My darkest fear

The thorns of my mind keep out

The imagined evils

Even the slightest of touches drives

The thorns into my own flesh

I only hurt myself, but…

I cannot escape my own mind

My very soul has been entrapped

Within the iron bars of anxiety

The hands they drag me down

So that all I can see is the blood

Rushing in front of my eyes

I am choked by my depression


And you cannot save me, because

I cannot let you.

Submitted: March 26, 2019

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Those first four lines -- brilliant! Once hurt, it's hard to let anyone else have the same chance to do such damage.

Tue, March 26th, 2019 8:40pm

Bobi Leutschaft Poitras

Brilliant! You use words like a master chef uses a knife.

Wed, July 10th, 2019 8:38pm

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