These thoughts have entrapped me
in the darkness inside;
I've tried to escape
but there's nowhere to hide.
In the mornings I ran to forests
where I thought being solitary was free,
but they were the ones creating shadows
in the times of morning daylight.
I tried to run away
and I thought they wouldn't catch up
but I realised they weren't running;
they were waiting for me at the end.
The nights that I've been crying
I thought it would make my heart less heavy,
but at 6 AM with tear-stained cheeks
I don't know what to feel but empty.
And what if I drowned in water,
would it finally silence them out?
Or have I been drowning in my thoughts
before I could even blackout?
I thought trapping them in a cage
would keep them from making harm,
but with ease they just bailed out
and they were free to run about.
Until I decided to write them down;
All their words and all they say,
and it gave me a hope of sanity
a hope that I can collect myself.
But I guess with all good things
it would come with a price;
in my ink they will forever live
even if I'm buried six foot under.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrydust untouched from the clutter in an abyss we call "minds" in various styles // trigger warning. please do be careful. highest rank: #38
