A dim light covers my entire room
My shadow creeps behind the headboard
Pages of books predict the upcoming doom
Say a solemn prayer, hear me out, oh Lord
What must it be like to live between the columns
Dark, foggy, introverted words of depression
I delved into the sorrow and grief forum
My beloved morality hides in wallflower lessons
Paint dreamscapes on the wall,
Lose myself in times of despair.
Smudged the pastels with wine and howls,
Those drums of pain and my wild bears.
I wandered through your place,
Of wrath and tears.
The cabin's roots ripped my nightgown and fears,
Vanished the beautiful spaces.
Covert narcissism making a lark of an agony,
As I drew nearer, its size grew heftier.
I served, survived, and died wiser,
With one, single glance of solace to tell a prayer.
YOU ARE READING
The 18th Amendment (Revised Edition) (Anthology I)
PoetryTrying to reinvent himself during dire times. He found himself in a crooked path that no one leads to happiness.
