Dedicated to plebeians- , because such sweet words and comments do not go unnoticed.
10:18 pm, Thursday, 15th May
In this world you wondered,
a heart shifting within you as the noise
your steps made echoed within dark
alleyways and winding staircases
that you hoped would lead to a wonderland
that would safely encase you in the rays of a setting sun
and the beams of the nightly moon.
They thought of you strangely perhaps,
because you did not attach yourself to a home,
rather you yearned to find a home within
people around you,
within the blossoming gardens of
daisies and tulips,
within poetry that was printed on yellowing pages,
maps of travel that slowly faded away from years of sunlight
and so you did,
leaving them wondering how you
always found the light,
even in the darkest places.
YOU ARE READING
dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
