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In the Webbed Silence
In the webbed corners of my brain
There blooms a sinister flower
Its petals dripping with venom
And thick roots entwined with despair
Begins with a taste, a mere sip
The madness will soon take control
Shades mix into a motley form
Trapping me in its tapestry
This poison, deceptive and cruel
Cautiously seeps through fragile veins
The vicious hiss in the bloodstream
A symphony of masked decay
My heart, once steadily beating
Now flutters erratically
The rhythm, a jarring alarm
Of an anguished plea for release
Grim thoughts flip and pull and coil
Like serpents locked in fierce battle
Slick fangs sinking deep into flesh
feeding on doubt and self-loathing
My mind becomes a labyrinth
With narrow walls closing in tight
Echoing with hollow laughter
As reasoning stumbles and falls
The toxins muddle my vision
Showing phantoms that can’t be real
Bleak faces contorted in sin
My eyes can still see in the night
In this twisted waltz of fester
Afflicted, I writhe and convulse
muted screams swallowed by the void
All essence fading from within
As I’m left consumed just beyond
A fractured wit seeks to find peace
Until my soul is laid to rest
In bare sighs of forgotten dirt
*I wrote this poem on January 31, 2024, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ January challenge. This was day 31 and the prompt was: Describe something toxic and its effects on a person. This poem delves into the darkness of mental illness, portraying the effects of toxic thoughts and inner turmoil. It is a reflection of the pain and disintegration that can occur within my mind.
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Courtney Hubbert
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