{stranded}
Loneliness.
I am one with the wind.
With each sunrise I find more fragments,
Memories, each emptier than the last
Scattered along the forest floor like leaves.
The moon calls my name in the middle of the night,
Her voice in taunting whispers
Like clouds of thick black smoke filling up my lungs.
The ringing in my head blocks out the silence
And just for a second, I feel less
ALONE.
When I look at my reflection,
It's not myself I see looking back.
The hole in my heart is gaping,
A wasteland of what used to be.
Sometimes, I can even feel the draft.
When I shut my eyes,
I ask myself
"What is it that I'm running from?"
And the echo screams through tears
'You are running from your own mind."
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my secret mistakes • {poetry}
ПоэзияThe most deeply personal thing I may ever write, from an old soul trapped in a young body. Imagine a window into my life, my unfiltered, strange and unpredictable life. These are the things I am too afraid to tell anyone. So, welcome to my mind.
