Refer to page 27
to correctly understand,
pages feeling uncertain
with my shivering hand.
My mind wanders
with every word,
taking me to places
where each syllable hurts.
Milky white eyes
turning greyer by the second,
life drains out through me
as my doom slowly awakens.
Refer to page 27
to be bombarded by repressed memories.
The pages aren't unsure
to my now familiar stories.
My secrets spill and sink
into the pages slowly,
like ink.
My pain now has page numbers,
my heartache has a chapter
but art is sacrifice, they say,
so my agony doesn't matter.
YOU ARE READING
Words that escaped
PoetrySometimes I think of a word and sentences follow. Poetry is emotions that escape through these words. Give these poems a read, pretty please! I write with all my soul.
