All around me, I can see dead trees,
With dead roots,
That break my knees,
And hold rotten fruits.
All around me, I can see the mist,
That fills the air uneasily,
Like an awkward first kiss,
And dances around all carefree.
All around me, I can hear the screams,
Of joy? Of fear? I can't even tell,
It all feels like a dream,
This trip feels like hell.
All around me, I can hear the cries,
The cries of broken hearts,
That have been blinded with lies,
And torn apart.
All around me, I can feel the tears,
Salty and wet like an ocean,
As they fall down clear,
And spread like lotion.
All around me, I can feel the pain,
On my wrists, on my stomach, on my ankles - everywhere,
As the happiness rises in my brain,
And my body is stripped bare.
All around me, everything's going way too fast,
Because the trip I'm on is a train wreck,
I'm on a trip of life and it's everything but a blast.
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Sanctuary
PoetrySanctuary Noun A place of refuge or safety. A place to call home. To feel safe, secure, like everything is fine. To find comfort in the little things, or even the big things. To feel safe with someone, something, or doing someth...
