Eyes sting
Filled with salt
From the wound
That bled my heart out
Stomach twisted
Brain distorted
Thoughts a mess
Inside my head
There's no escape
From myself
Things around me
Make me fearful
People try
To no avail
Again I trip
Now I fall
There's a hole
I didn't see
Now I fall
Further than he
Its dark and empty
Echoes and voices
Things I don't know
Nothing I know
The world is gone
And black is left
The darkness my friend
It was a nice trip
Things are back
To a normal of sorts
I'm back to home
Where my fear is my fort
No escape
My humble home
That I have made
For years now
---
Author's Note: It's been a while but I haven't had much inspiration lately. This one is kind of sporadic to read but it feels accurate to my emotion right now. Enjoy or don't but remember to smile. :)
YOU ARE READING
The Darkness Within
PoetryPoems about how I'm feeling. If you don't like what I write don't read it, I'm not forcing you to. I'm sorry if anyone cries.
