I saw the hidden depth of your mind
how cupboards and draws overflowed
possessions that never saw light
the fighting voice
concealed so well
the tempest mind
a circling vulture
observing your anxious soul
The jack-in-the-box
repeats the taunt
the junk yard room
holds you in
the eternal past
the flood of regret
a hopeless future
leaving you stagnant and lifeless
the eternal hall of shadows
frightening life away
Logic cried out to me
"Run!!
I wept
and said
"I love you still"
YOU ARE READING
Awakening
General Fiction"Do you ever get the feeling the crazy from another person has somehow become yours? As if in the moment they stormed away in anger, they left behind their screwball ghost, and you... have become it's home." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~...
