Shorts and Poetry

6.

Ballad of These Thoughts:

I am trapped inside this world- with no direction,

The only hint of hope; these notes in my head.

I never thought I'd be the one to break connection

But now I see the two, of us are dead.

Windows started to gleam, a bit too bright,

Hallways merged into- playgrounds for the lost.

This feeling emerges deep within my throat- tight

A brokenhearted peace, for the cost.

Down, deeper still, into darkness,

Imagine my mind- and what it's like.

I discover I'm too prone to my weakness

A flaw of mine with no will to fight.

Waltzing through the pages of each reflection,

Leaves traces of- my last heart.

But it's locked away from my possession

I'm alone here- in the dark.

As I write I realize no one can hear me,

How am I to speak, without my voice?

So just stab the words into the walls here,

I'll leave a mark, of my choice.