He was lost in the forest of Lonely.
He was once happy, but now he is sad.
The man once sane and mature
Has gone completely and utterly mad.
He cries in a field filled with darkness
He’s curling up in a tight little ball
Praying ‘If I don’t open my eyes then I’m safe,
No one can touch me at all.’
His wrists once clean and bare
Now written upon in scars
Each line a different memory
Shining through the dark like a star.
And he whispers to himself in his head,
Repeats the mantra again like a prayer.
If he says it enough, he’ll escape
From Hell’s dark and evil lair.
“Come, come to me my demons…
Night and Darkness; consume us all
I’m lost once again, I can’t find my way home
And tonight - you promised - we’ll fall.”
A/N Renee don't kill me honey I love you I edited it a bit but omc your writing is so shitly good. You are so good at poetry I don't understand.
A/N again - I didn't fully write this. I edited a friends poem. Go check her out (she's good) @BrokenWriter-
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Screaming off the Cliff
PoetryPoetry assembled from the very depths of a deranged mind. Trigger warning. Tragedy ensues.
