My head is full of voices,
Whispers and screams and sweet lullabies.
They are few, unlike the many pitch black shadows looming over me.
A swirl of shifting darkness and warmth,
claws reaching outward to grab me,
It is their company and embrace that I crave,
as I lie awake in bed for nights on end.
They are my guardians, my knights, my warriors,
Protecting me from the world,
My emotions already stirring
Like the waves in an oncoming storm with them at my side.
I know that I am lost in my mind,
Though it is my mind that I have lost,
And with these shadows and screams,
Medicine cannot save me,
From the insanity within.
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Poetry in the dark
PoesíaYou ask me if I'm crazy? Well, let me put it this way. I wouldn't be writing poetry in the dark If I was completely sane...
