What Have I Become? – a poem about……..
What have I become? Is any of this real? Slipped into the past No longer can I feel.
Darkness floods me eyes Scratching away my sight Removed from myself I begin to lose the fight.
What have I become? When I have to hide away Free from your vitriol Don’t expect me to pray.
Blackened wounds on arms Mementos of a tattered life Pain filled bones and mind Battle onward through the strife.
What have I become? Despising my own reflection Hating the imagery seen Damning this projection.
Falling deeper and deeper Unable to predict how it will end Calling out to you daily Asking if it’s something you can mend?
What have I become? Visualising the time of my death Fearfully rejecting the presentation Of how I draw my final breath.
I’m on my knees once more Projecting myself to you Despite everything that’s wrong I count on your love so true.