3A free verse collection of modern poetry, Ruinous takes readers through cycles of depression, growth, hurt, and healing.

If you are searching for your next read in dark poetry, look no further.

Disaster pulsing

Always beneath my skin,

Downfall breathing in my ears

Sweet promises.

The raging, biting, scraping

Inside my veins-

It is constant.

If I would loose

That choking, biting control-

If I only set free

The claws grasping, holding

My bones, my very being.

My emotions, my mind, my self

In check.

I could do it.

I could unleash it,

My forever, unrelenting darkness.

If I chose, I could be-

No.

However hidden, I am

Ruinous.