1-25-16 sixty four days clean
I step in,
My eyes hesitant,
My heart racing,
Knowing you're far away from the scars I'll gain in this room.
Everything is tinted in pale, pale, shades of blue.
The lighting is dim.
I feel the color drain from my face.
Suddenly, I'm not scared.
I'm not in love with a ghost just rooms away.
I'm not insane.
My heartbeat doesn't even feel like it's there.
I melt into the baby blue wallpaper.
I feel myself space out,
Like every piece of me hangs in the air,
Completely disconnected.
There's nobody here.
There's no unseen force to beg me to the dark side.
The fishtank has hard water stains and holds no life at all.
All that's held within these walls seems shallow,
Like its been drained of its watery depth.
Stepping out in a daze,
The truth floods back.
The vibrancy of that place feels so close,
But the picture is blurred around the edges.
The bright blues summoned you in to a place of solace.
The aquarium used to house brightly colored fish.
This place was full of youth.
I remember I used to call it Inspiration
By the plague hanging sideways on the door,
Dust caked onto it,
The color washed out.
Looks kinda desolate..
- (m.m)
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Haunted (Poetry)
PoesiaInside of my head lies rooms of emotions, and stories. I don't own this empire of a hotel on my own, though. If you listen and look closely, you'll find blood within every shade of red, ghosts in every mirror, and screams in every ballad. I'm haunte...
