I hear the voices when I sleep.
They creep and crawl in every dream.
Why do I have to deal with these monsters.
I don't want to be here any longer.
The pain pulls my heart so taut
The past echos in every thought.
I just need an escape
A routine oasis away from this place.
But all I'm given is a blanket so thin
That it blows away with a gust of wind.
YOU ARE READING
Marionette
PoetryJust some poetry. I've given up on being a novelist for the time being so most of what I post will be poetry or short stories if I feel up for it
