2 year old poem

[snowee]

Darkness spreads like black paint
running along a sheet of glass.
Loneliness creeps along the path.
What’s the point of reality?
What’s the point of fantasy?

Emotions come
and go
leaving behind a rough tear.
Ripped fabric
grating my teeth and my heart.

Manipulation with amazing precision.
Sharing so much for this return?
The taste of venom still bitter
acidic burning the flesh.

Kindness bites
friends more severe

Tired of letting them in.
Tired more of letting go.
I let in one more.
That was my mistake.

A seed of black,
for lack of better comparison,
grows into nothing more than all consuming frustration.
The ‘Nothing’ from a children’s movie takes new meaning.
A revisiting demon.

But it’s been going on much longer than this.
This seed needs no light.
It thrives on the dark.
It needs no water
It thrives on deprivation.
Nothing starts it.
Nothing ends it.

Hidden so well behind laughter and tears.
A void swallows
in black hole circles
leaving nothing but a façade.

I’ve learned from my mistakes;
some of them,
but others take a repeated pounding
to find a home in my heart

Betrayed by an open mind
enemy to an idea.
Reality is so much more than this.