Silent Pain, Screaming
An invasion of privacy.
Oh pardon me,
I'm not used to this,
sympathy.
Most a times,
I'm the one to lend a shoulder,
nowadays, I'm filled with such ache,
refusing to call upon empathy,
for I'd rather die deeply, within.
I remember seeking advice,
from those near me,
yet they made matters worse,
not able to bear the curse,
of my shameful choice.
Now I'm left alone,
to piece myself whole,
drowning, praying, pleading,
to erase the sticky feelings.
Hallucinations feel real,
death-like scenarios,
I so wish could disappear.
The past still haunts me,
as I await for colorful days.
My body tosses and turns,
unknown to when I'd move on.
15 November 2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 33 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Izintombi Zamambo | Year Posted 2022
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