Poem 2...
"The eyes are like windows to the soul."
Always dark and tortured
Inner feelings of fire and rage
Never to be spoken
The vault of disguised creatures
Escaping and showing themselves to the naked eye
"It's just poking fun! They say."
Your heart breaks to pieces
And every fragment replaced by a needle of disclosure and insecurity
You slowly slip into the darkness
It's your only relief
Yet it's also your deepest fear
Torturous thoughts and painful memories
Ricochet
Off the walls of your fragile skull
"It doesn't really matter."
You numb yourself to almost insanity
You feel as if the Mad Hatter
Your only choice is to continue
But confusion rings free
Why choose the light rather than choose to bleed?
