Night falls like a suffocating blanket of ebony as I pace in my penthouse like an animal that’s been caged up for too long.
"I’m,"
A sliver of light slashes through the darkness as thunder strikes. A storm slowly comes to life, rising from its slumber like a Phoenix from the flames.
"slipping…"
The clock ticks midnight and I have been waiting since seven. The seconds tick away against the background and I want to scream.
"...into.."
I toss open the balcony doors and step into the cold. You’ve done it. you’ve brought me to the edge. I’m falling, falling into…
"...hysteria."
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Goblin Garden (My first collection of random poems) PUBLISHED!
PoetryThere is a shadow lurking on the edge of our perception, in the worst of our nightmares. It is us. It has always been us. Welcome to my first collection of poetry. Here you will find a mangled mess of dark, eccentric and sometimes hopeful poems...
