Poetry in Spoken Word by Tracy Kocsis - HTML preview

ABSCESS

I must remove this abscess-

This infection within my soul.

I must pray for regeneration,

For bitterness I strongly hold.

It eats away at the very core.

I’ve become tainted,

I can’t do much more.

I cry when I awaken.

Death is my eternal wish.

I run like a coward,

Afraid to harness the grip.