Billie Jama Poet Free verse

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.

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Sara Jama April 24, 2025 at 12:43 PM Congratulations on placing in my contest. The darkness that bleeds ftom this write is brilliant. The imagery is hauntingly gorgeous from "He entwines my essence into an unforgiving knot, Threading me tight—I am now but a trembling bead upon his unholy rosary," to "Fled to barren lands where my only neighbours are Ravenous sandworms." Your dark poetry is definitely deserving of your win. Billie Jama April 24, 2025 at 10:45 PM I'm honored—thank you so much. I'm thrilled the darkness resonated. That line “a trembling bead upon his unholy rosary” poured straight from my shadowed muse. Your contest was a well of inspiration, and I’m grateful to have been part of it. Can’t wait to explore more of these beautifully twisted realms with you.

Lin Lane April 21, 2025 at 1:40 PM Congratulations on your win, Billie. I felt the torture in your write as if your heart was actually withering. Those last three lines are wonderfully written and should have meaning to many of us who bleed ink as a means of cathartic healing. Well done. Billie Jama April 21, 2025 at 5:11 PM Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed and I'm honoured to me placed amongst the winners