We were echoes, reverberating around the empty chambers of our hearts trying to find our own source.
Tried to march to the beat of our own pulses, we were never quite in time with the rhythm of the masses.
Outcasts and freaks. We were, pushed to the side, left as observers drifting slowly alongside life, it passed us slowly by.
We curved our light back into our bodies, desperate not to stand out, made our mind at home in the darkness, bathes in it and convinced ourselves that we were one with the shadows.
In frigid isolation we grew cold and hardened, falling deeper into our own exile we cut away the weakness that hurt us, that which once made us human.
Emerged from the abyss as shadows of our yesterday, bitter and caustic, stung first, we were startled rattlers keeping potential predators back.
We kept our hatred of the monsters this world forced us to become to our own, bared our teeth and sprayed venom, then with none watching retreated to the abyss from whence we came, to convince ourselves once more that it was home.
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Dark Nights at Noon A Collection of Poetry
PoesíaA collection of poems about my struggles with mental health issues. Writing has always been an escape for me and it has exposed me to some of the most wonderful and creative people this generation has to offer. Their words continue to inspire me to...
