The cold wind of neglect
Murmurs an ignorant truth.
An obscure sunless place
Where you abandoned your youth.

Omnifarious potential,
A fool for regrets.
Internalised grief
Preceded chain-smoking cigarettes.

Bitter silence resides,
Barked so loud that it choked.
Self worth is on standby,
Diffidence invoked.

~Miss Messica~

© Jessica Melville