Dark black shadows follow me,
Stuck to my heavy footsteps,
As I move down the dimly lit street.
The buzzing overhead becomes louder
Whenever I reach another streetlight
As I trudge down the dimly lit street.
Moths jump from light to light
Moving to wherever the light is brightest,
Moving to whichever light I walk past,
While lined up along my path
Are big shapes that are home to many.
I reach the one that belongs to me
While the orange light casts its faint glow
Across the heavy wooden door.
I reach for the brass knob,
Enter the cold living room,
And turn around to push the door back into its place,
When I, just in time, see the street growing darker
Under all those dimming lights.
YOU ARE READING
Falling Into The Abyss - a poetry collection by Raja Yasaswini S.
PoetryTW: mental health, some graphic description Note: some content is not suitable for children and people who are easily disturbed. In her debut poetry collection, Raja Yasaswini S. strives to tell a story about mental health, based on her own experien...
