Author & Depressed House Husband
Mental anguish masquerading as physical Torturous thoughts as raging anger Plates thrown, walls kicked Regrets as self-harm Bruised thighs Scarred face
Buckets of rain can’t wash it away Nor soap, nor sponge, nor scrub Skin rubbed raw but the film won’t dissolve Worn leather Conditioned yet tough Years of suffering in each crack Part of the hide but foreign all the same A second skin… Continue Reading “Worn Leather”
A poem featuring some of my endless thoughts when my OCD and anxiety were worst.