Dirt's The Idea of Death.
Miracle Afoma@afomamiracle821892
1 month ago
I sat in that room, hollow as the hole.
Dirt surrounded the carnage
I couldn't bear to lift my eyes.
How will I survive this mess? I wondered.
Daily, I find myself slipping into murky waters
How I so wish my moments here are over
Numbered as it is, I wished it ran faster.
Soon the months crumbles into weeks
And I rejoice in knowing,
Yet the air gets damper in gooey forms.
I cleaned up again and again.
Tryying my best, though never acknowledged—
Not like I care.
My body burns with scratches,
My skin torn open by relentless itches.
Oh, how I long to disappear from this household.
I dare say mine will never be this way.
Insect infested, even my flesh suffered.
Moments like this,
I remember the infection contacted.
Body all red as I cried in pain
If only I never needed this degree.
Atlas, He got what he wanted.
So did his people.
I shall see there is no repeat.
Money will come! So help me, God.
#poetry
#Nirclepoetry
#awayfromhome
#repulsed
