Darkness~
The Handkerchief
A head around a handkerchief so red
covered my sight for an eternity,
to me, and what I seem to be it is.
With their restricting hands
Choke around my throat,
with marks surround my neck.
I rely to what I hear.
Yet the silence, so deafening,
disturbed me. And so I fear.
I felt being tricked
badly with their fists
around my hips.
As we see more often at the pub.
Sipping sangria and moonshine.
With their music blasted with jazz.
Well, that was a few moments ago
Where the red embraced my wrist
Afore my head met a blurry gaze
In denial to the moments we shared
Pictures caught my eyes
Flashed upon a deceiving foolery.
Above the lies that turned to dim
I'm free yet their eyes were not on mine
"They were never mine," I said to him
"It is hard, and yes it will always be.
Run around, kid," you spoke
With a grin as wide as it can be.
Yet among the feathers, 'twas tattered
Among my wings that was chained
Lies my lost independence.
For my flight was never true.
Whenever the urge to be away.
Struck less than your care.
For a quick flight, you are restricting
For a quick sight, I'm hidden from them.
Thus, I never found who I truly am.
I pray among my life to grow softer.
To finally be with the light and see
What I have become in years after.
But, in surprise it grew a mess
I don't see myself that way
"I did not make you feel like this,
I never did," you say.
And that was the light
I only see in the darkness
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What Have I Become?
PoetryA collection of poems during the Blue era. Poems are mostly based on my feelings and how I cope with anxiety, listening to folklore and evermore, and reading Edgar Alan Poe's poems.
