Treason Poem by Angela Bontle Ditumiso

It's a kind of treason
the way my emotions tries to drown me
How my body becomes a rock
and in the waters I begin to sink
And how my heart is a huge mass
crackling with each new found beat
yearning to stop beating
or maybe fighting to keep me alive

It's a kind of treason
the way depression holds me in its palm
and attempts to crush me
How its remains merciless as I writhe in pain
How each labored breath from my lungs
is a command begging it to keep on
tormenting me