Nausea

A Poem by Veronica

I sulk
As I try to swallow the bitter taste of
The nausea that breathes over me.
I want to die
For I alone can't bear the taste
of the vomit that contains my fears and pain.
I'm scared
To admit everything
before it has been released.
I'm nervous
To see the faces of whom I may hurt.
Their hurt pierces unseen holes
in the spirit that leads to the heart.
I'm dying
Slowly
Waiting for a release in the process
from this pain.
I want to go.
Far from the hatred and discord of this world
that leads to the unbearable burden
called pain.
The burden that slaps me ten times over
revealing my fears leaving marks
of scarcity of love as I
shrink from what may be left over.