I wander a valley as dark as the night itself. Or maybe it’s my mind.
Sometimes I can’t tell between the lines
Of my sanity.
Trapped in a fourth dimension of worlds. Where
No one can hear me scream. So I stop trying. Yet I walk and talk as a normal human being I am gone forever; A stalker of the day.
Reduced
To a pile of ashes that everyone sweeps under the rug.
I’m not surprised nobody put out the fire.
Comments
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This is so sad. The imagery is very good, although heart rendering. Very good.
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Oh my, lily darling this was so powerful, the last line just hit me in the face!! What a wonderful poem, as always
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Wow. I love this. Esp the last three lines. I can connect to those, and they are so visual and almost startling. Very good.
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