Vall.Grey poetry12 Comments on The suffering

The suffering

a woman suffering from depression and anxiety
I’m counting the pills to cast you away
 
I’m counting the sips to remedy
 
These faces of yours, they trick
me into something I have
forgotten, the mouth of the beast
is vast and old
from feathers and rough matter
 
They sing to me softly
in a bizarre tongue
I learned
to despise
entirely
 
Half of the poisoned is still my flesh
And slowly inserting in the bone of mud
Insidious sense of a controlling beast
 
I bow and I weep
in silence
 
Do I have to lick your wounds?
Do I have to be betrothed to you?
 
As sloth, biting my skin
your essence bitterly grows
underneath 
 
Slate is your alter self
Stone in the deepest ocean,
my guts as food to cherish,
you spit the slug out as you speak
 
I’m choking in the pills you offered
I’m drowning in your thermal slobber
  
continuously overthinking
a solid treatment
to put me down.

Published by Vall.Grey poetry

I grew up and live in Athens, Greece. I started writing poetry in 2010, mostly as psychotherapy and after some time, I realized I really enjoy it. For me, poetry is another way to express my inner feelings or mental state, productively lifting some of the burdens I may have in my troubled mind/soul. My sources of inspiration are my dreams, my thoughts and certain feelings I’ve had in various stages in life. Thank you for visiting my blog, I hope you like it.

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12 thoughts on “The suffering”

  1. Michele Lee Sefton October 10, 2020 — 6:24 pm

    Your poem artistically ties together many ideas. 👏🏼

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      Vall.Grey poetry October 10, 2020 — 7:02 pm

      Thank you Michele, I’m so grateful you like it!! ❤

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  2. Sabiscuit October 10, 2020 — 7:13 pm

    “Do I have to lick your wounds? Do I have to be betrothed to you?” These lines beautifully and concisely convey the idea of enmeshment. We unwittingly agree to be the lamb sacrificed for the sins of another.

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      Vall.Grey poetry October 10, 2020 — 9:52 pm

      Thank you for your kind words!! I agree with you, and especially when it comes for the sins of alter self. Thank you again, and wish you the best ❤

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  3. Woodsy October 11, 2020 — 9:25 pm

    I know what it’s like to feel a gazillion things trying to steal my freedom and my joy with their small, tiny voices and their practised accusations.
    You don’t just capture that here –
    you resist it.
    You resist small voices with a bigger one.

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      Vall.Grey poetry October 12, 2020 — 6:33 pm

      Thank you so much my friend!! I’m so glad you understand and I appreciate your support ❤

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  4. Woodsy October 14, 2020 — 5:33 am

    These are hard places…
    hard places to be, hard places to find your way through, hard places to live with the echoes of…
    There aren’t enough hugs to make sharing the unshareable ok.
    But it’s better than not hugging at all.

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      Vall.Grey poetry October 16, 2020 — 12:13 am

      Thank you so much!! I’m so grateful ❤

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