A deep dark wood
Surrounding me
Towering pine trees all
Around
Locking me in this
Tiny cell
Forcing me back
Into my shell
I'm stuck inside
My own head
Those fantasies
And dreams
Fly by
I watch how each of them
Diminished
And died
'Cause hope never
Came walking by
I run forward
Blinded
And flailing my arms
My hair catching in the leaves
Owls hooting
Opening their beaks
But I can't hear
A single squeak
The world's moving past me
I can't hold it back
People rushing by
Like a dream
Except - it's a nightmare
That never ends
And traps me
Deep inside its seams
I lean out
Those invisible bars
Just for a tiny breath
A tiny taste
Of the freedom that lies
Out of my reach
And watch as
It mocks me
Through grinning teeth
My extended arm
Struggling to hold itself up
My fingertips wiggling
In the breeze
And suddenly I feel
A tickly thing
Beating its wings
Against my skin
I curl my fingers
Into a fist
And in the gaps I see
A light
That tiny light
A little firefly
Its back glowing
Ever so bright
And so
I let it go
Into the night
And with it I send
My hope
My life
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Lost
PoetryThe companion to Six Feet Under ;) Another poetry collection about dark times and raw emotion Just like Six Feet Under, I understand that this might not be the most uplifting book, but dark emotions should be acknowledged and expressed too - express...