Free Verse Poem
I Won’t Be Unwritten By You
2nd Saturday Prompt: exercise your choice
Once again, you’ve failed me,
betrayed, and murdered the flame,
suffocated good intentions with bad faith,
and certainly not for the last time,
and as with many poetic ironies,
I couldn’t even be bothered to summon will
to feel rage or discharge wrath, because,
with hope at its rawest,
with spirit at its most brittle,
I already knew you’d betray and murder
what little trust remained.
You failed me as you always have;
as you have my entire known existence,
born into multiple traumas,
racial, socio-economical,
and domestic in nature,
complex, compounded traumas,
all stacked, squared, cubed, and
otherwise exponentially-heaped
onto this two-hundred-thirty pound
bipedal, biochemical,
bio-machine of angst, fear and self-loathing,
