Reach down into your grave and feel the cold flesh,
Summoned is your demons this will be your last breathe.
This is the lie that has plagued your entire being,
one of disillusion that will blind you from seeing.
As the shadow on your back slowly sucks your blood,
darkness feeds on your struggles, trenching through the mud.
As you drown in the mud and begin to taste dirt,
your saliva reminds you of who you hurt.
Do I dare dig out the dirt or sink into my shame,
The Turmoil created I can only to blame.
RMB Poetry 🖤 