by Michelle Dee
Your salvation has turned into my ulcer
Satisfaction in discovery digested
Overshadowed, Unacknowledged, Invalidated
Sickened- I cannot support the light
Nor beam in your direction the simplest of smiles
There are smiles all around you
Should I manage to squeeze one out
Only to have it wiped from my face
And pat on your back? Or his back? Or hers?
Go now, in your brilliance
I know Darkness well
I call it Shadow, Black Heart and Umbra
All are heavy, overbearing
Hovering over me in a corner
Stuffiness, sporadic gasping
Dying waiting for my breath
Hello Resentment, I think we’ll be great friends.
Like the last line I can relate to that