I can't see
it's so dark
is that a monster lurking in the shadows
No it's my reflection in the mirror
A darkness from within
A fear so strong
Who is this person
A killer?
No it's me
A scared child
nine one one on the dial
someone help me
it's so dark in here
i can't get free
I'm scared
no one hears the called they
echo all around me
A deep fear
A body on the floor
How did this happen?
i don;t remember
dropping the knife on the floor
staring at my hand
shaking so hard
Is this the monster I've become?
YOU ARE READING
Words in the breeze
Puisi"The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth." -Jean Cocteau "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." -Carl Sandburg "Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." -Plutarch An collection of my t...
