An attempt at some poetry writing

I wrote this in a response to Unit six focusing on the harrowing effects Medea has on her children before she actually kills them. Hope you are all well xx


What would you say if I said you don’t care?
That you just rip and tear.
What would you do?
Yes. You.
You who doesn’t care.
Just stares.
Blankly.
I’m yelping. But you’re not helping.
Are you?
You make it worse.
You are the curse-
On me, on us.
In a blink from you I sink
Further.
Further.
All wrong. No song. No pretty, melodic song.
I’m gone.
We are gone.
Now.