Emotions scream,
Words batter the walls of my head.
I cannot sleep,
I cannot stay awake.
I run away,
Into my imagination.
Where thoughts birth words,
And from the darkness inside my soul,
I create colour.
I become my favorite audience.
For when reality is a torture,
Solitude massages my wounds, Poetry becomes the opium,
And for a moment,
I can enjoy the insanity,
Before the wonder ends,
And I wonder why it ends.
Before the opium fades,
And I bleed away into a shipwrecked slumber.
In these words,
I hide from the darkness.
Beyond them,
Am just an abyss,
Swallowing the light,
And crying in fear of the dark.
Elliepoet
