Detrimental.

I’ve broken the barriers
of my mind,
in an attempt
to understand
what’s been
whisked away from me,
I believed, unfairly.
Leaving me to sip on the
toxins that
burn through
my soul, making
me delirious to reason,
my disgust builds,
my environment
but mush under my
now soaked shoes.
I wish to rip them off,
yet they are the little
of what I have left.
I'm afraid to let go,
so I grip onto them,
unwilling to release,
that of which, is
detrimental to me.