I write poems the best when the words ring true with emotion, so when I had an emotionally traumatizing experience recently, I decided to write a poem about it. Traumatizing may or may not be too strong of a word, but being dramatic is the tell-tale sign of a budding poet, which I consider myself to be.

It slinks

With blackest ink

Over lands of snow.


It stains

With jagged grains

And never slows.


It spreads

The darkest dread

That only grows.


It creeps

From the deeps

Of blackest woe.



It’s a bug

In my tub

And it has to go.


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