I still question every move I make
As though one wrong step and
Again I will be left underneath
And lost, drowning
But with every stride I feel the way
You see my shadows, embrace
Each darkened hallway I travel,
I am not a ghost
Are you watching how quickly I rust?
How fast my confidence turns
To an anguish, fueled by this
Sullen haunting
Are you afraid of all these caverns
In my heart? When you patch
Each hole with your words,
Do you fear me?
YOU ARE READING
My Tragedies
PoetryThis is a collection of poems when I've been my most depressed and low. Trigger warning. If you relate to any of these, please reach out. It's never too late.
