A place, alone, and Soiled

Here are a few short poems I wrote over the last month or so...

A Place

A complacent place I find myself in
A place of arrested solitude

Can't find my way through my own simple self
There's a secret awaiting discovery.


Alone

Loneliness and being alone
are like fire and
brimstone of the heart.

The relentless pain scorches
the tender organ,
leaving scar tissue where
ventricles used to be.


Soiled

I feel as though I'm all alone
My thoughts dance ever aimlessly.

My body reeks of putrid filth
I feel like my own enemy.

My face, a sallow, rotten thing
Stares hatefully at me

My soul, a shattered tortured being
Wants me not to be.

I took a dagger, long and sharp
And cut upon my skin.

The blood flowed freely, red and dark.
The color of my sin.