A Tortured Poet
Written on April 19th 2025 for Sara Jama's The Chaos in my Heart Contest
I am wrapped in darkness, crippled by the chaos in my heart.
Swallowing tangled foxgloves of regret, I spiral.
Into a hays of eerie memories of his lemonade lies
From the distance, the torchbearer calls—
His voice a menacing howl, summoning my soul to surrender.
He entwines my essence into an unforgiving knot,
Threading me tight—I am now but a trembling bead upon his unholy rosary.
My withered heart blackens to the point of no return,
As I sink into the bowels of Dante’s Inferno.
I bartered my soul for the illusion of devotion,
Fled to barren lands where my only neighbours are
Ravenous sandworms.
I am haunted by the person I once was—
She coils herself around me like a burial shroud.
I exist without pulse,
Denied the mercy of rebirth.
Trapped in a loop of hollow memories,
The love I gave now lies in ruin,
Charred and calcified inside the sorrow-filled marrow of me.
I loved him the way he demanded,
But freedom only came after the death of a thousand small cuts,
Etched in the name of us.
Now, I drift—
A shattered mind among broken poets,
All of us bleeding ink in search of solace.
Copyright © Billie Jama | Year Posted 2025
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