in a secluded ancove I sit and watch the world pass me by.
the busy streets of whitby town lie below me as I stare up the cliff to the mystic sight of the abbey.
I am at peace.
the darkened thoughts are with-held for now,
all I feel is calmness.
the gentle breeze wisps through my bright blonde hair as I think of the night before.
I think of how they made me feel,
how they ALL made me feel.
how being here, being in this town has silenced the demons in my mind.
my safe place.
I realise I do not have long to indulge in this new found nivarna,
so i'll make the most of this day, of this escape from the world I know back home.
my little piece of mind in a world that is black.
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Poetry and Prose By Jake Dorian
Poetrya collection of the poetry and prose I have written. I apologise for the amount of angst and corniness in some. I write to express myself and a lot of these are deeply personal to me.
