For my Past Self
Left Here
Dark smoke fills the room
And fills my soul
With ashes and dust
There is no light left here
Darkness and ice seep through
The glass walls
Of my mind
The night has fallen here
My dreams shift and twist
Loosing their weight
They drop to the ground
Dead
Dreams are fading here
I sit alone in the mirror
A ghost of who I was
But it is you who haunts me
Yet,
A small light still flickers
Deep within the ash
That fights to burn brighter
Hope is still alive here
YOU ARE READING
Wandering Minds
General Fiction"I wonder as I wander, out under the sky..." A compilation of short poems and stories that I don't know where else to put.
