I stay in the light for I am scared of the dark.
Because in the dark, I can not see my surroundings.
As soon as that switch flips down, the darkness gushes into my imagination, filling in every remaining crevice of my mind.
Am I scared of the dark or of my own head?
I may be laying in bed, but I can not sleep at all.
In my head I think of things I wish to never see.
The dark is a blank canvas.
I am scared of me.
YOU ARE READING
Incomplete thoughts.
PoetryA collection of words that convey incomplete stories from my mind. Some mere sentences, some paragraphs with misplaced conclusions. A fragment of a picture.
