To depths I fall and walls I cling.
Heights never reach or seen.
What walks the valley stumbles. What roams the abyss speaks in rhymes.
Echoes through time I hear my cries.
What I'd give to see such heights that never reach down to greet this dark place in my mind.
It's light like temptation. Only my desires resides within. Close but never realized.
I try and try. And try and try and try.
Its walls slippery and fading. No route not taken.
I hear his cries but aren't they mine.
So how'd I come to be here? Who let me fall so far from grace? From hope and warmth. From the people who walk the valley.
Was it only ever I who resides in both darkness and light? Is it all mine? Isn't this me? Wasn't I kind? To second guess and never try. Who am I? It echoes in these depths. Who am I and was I not kind?
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Muse of Madness
PoetryI am a hermit. Learning how to find a place to call home within me. These are a collection of my findings. From my madness in psychosis to my clairaudience that teaches me self awareness. I believe we all have voices inside us that seem to reach fro...
