Taken out of focus,
cast out of the loop,
separate from the world
while I'm trying to regroup.
Living in a bubble
with me, myself, and I.
Following each thought and hope
I've worked so hard to hide.
While breathing in each dream
that swirls within my head,
my eyes serve me like windows
and wake me from the dead.
YOU ARE READING
Ghostwriter
PoetryLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
