IngrainedA Poem by K.P.H.Madjective; (of a habit, belief, or attitude) firmly fixed or established; difficult to change.“Dying seems like this family’s favourite thing to do”, I scream at our open tomb, Of unseen rage, And generation upon generation of shame.
Because nothing any of us seem to do, Ever seem to mend or break through, The holes you threw us through, Nothing we could find at the bottom of a bottle of wine, Or with any sort of natural peace of mind, Our fate has always been enshrined. And alas, the meeting of the two, The dark and the blue, Relax comfortably, Here indefinitely, In the hidden corners of my mind, Waiting for me to shine, To come and remind me, That I was never meant to be seen, Never, simply, meant to be. Because my very existing is a cause for glee, In depths of the devil’s deepest sea. Drowning the fiery flames, You forged from your shame, Causing me a world of pain, And forcing me to do the same. © 2023 K.P.H.MFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on March 7, 2023 Last Updated on March 7, 2023 Tags: intergenerational trauma, winter, anxiety, depression, mental health, family AuthorK.P.H.MMTAboutA romantic cynic for who poetry is an escape and healing. I hope you enjoy. more..Writing
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