Proper

Poem Info
An epiphany. Some bonds are unspoken.
96 words
5
432
00
Poem does not have any tags
Share this Poem

Font Size

Default Font Size

Font Spacing

Default Font Spacing

Font Face

Default Font Face

Reading Theme

Default Theme (White)
You need to Log In or Sign Up to have your customization saved in your Literotica profile.
PUBLIC BETA

Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.

You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.

Click here

When you walk into a room,
You bring with you a sense of venom.

And yet, nothing about you,
Not your words,
Not your tone,
Not your poise or posture,
Suggests, even subtle, hostility.

So what is that aroma,
That ambiance you carry with you?
Can that be the weight of your demons?
The ones you've conquered and and caged?
The one you've locked down;
Are they responsible for filling the room with mud?

Can anyone else feel this?

Am I somehow connected to you?


Are my demons just as strong
and I just, never knew?

Please rate this poem
The author would appreciate your feedback.
  • COMMENTS
Anonymous
Our Comments Policy is available in the Lit FAQ
Post as:
Anonymous
Share this Poem