An Acrid Afterthought

Sun, 03/26/2023 - 04:33 -- Ashiya

I’ve been annihilated
By all your
Countless cruelties
Patiently, painstakingly
Sewn into the circuits of my brain
Structurally, I’ll never be the same
Moment by moment I could only endure
Left with scars for which there is no cure
The voice haunting my mind is a shadow of yours
You say, “let bygones be bygones”;
Which of course you would think
When you’re a bystander at best
Well, I’m afraid I can’t agree
All of your ignorance remains
Strikingly cemented in place
Your personality merely pieced together frailties
Your essence, I abhor
Mottled, moth-filled, mutilated
In short, I fucking despise your face
Make no mistake
I’ll never cry for your sake
You’ve stolen too many tears
Too many years
From me
I know by now that you’ve no will to change
I hope you get mange
When you finally pass away
I really can’t wait
To crash my car through your casket
Kick you off of the stage
So your carcass of lies can’t leave behind any trace
Through which to spread all of your hate
“You’re a fucking disgrace”
Maybe it’s just fate
For you to owe me
We can’t bargain, resolve things or negotiate
So, in lieu of an IOU I’ll take your consolation gifts
And drink your wine beside your grave
Bathing in the hard won silence
There’s not much left to say
Since I’ve stopped being your prey
I’ll let your spirit catch a glimpse of my back
As I walk away
I’ll imagine you floating in space or engulfed in flame
Though I won’t call your name
I’ll whisper with a breath of bitter relief
“Bastard, so it seems you’ve finally left me”.

This poem is about: 
My family

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