Its cold
and dark
just like how I felt on the inside
Just like home
Am I being followed?
By my thoughts? or even another man or woman?
I don't know
I refuse to look behind me
and turn around
"Quicken your pace!"
i shout in my mind
but my body does not comply
I can not tell if it my imagination
or if im just afraid
maybe neither
but its dark
inside and out
its dark
I cant see a thing.
Only the dark outlines of trees.
trees?
in my mind?
How funny...
Like being trapped inside your own world
there is no escaping...
when your walking in the dark...
Only you can find the way
Right?
After all....
They cant see whats going on in your head
So watch out...
You might run into something
or...
Someone....
YOU ARE READING
Words in the breeze
Poesia"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...
