A rumble in the fog
Tells me I am not alone.
Quickened breaths
Faster steps
I try to flee
What stalks me in the dark
But when the fog clears
I see an empty field
Where the weeds have grown
Unkempt
And i wonder how i am meant
To trust others
When i can barely trust
Myself
I'm curious why you don't use images in your posts?
It is my greatest hope that my writing is vivid enough that the mental picture it conjures would suffice (also I never thought about it)
There are so many eyes
Glowing in the dark
Watching me
Waiting until i slip.
It is maddening
The disembodied cackles
Mocking me
Not with words,
But with laughter.
Awaiting my failure
Do you see the eyes?
Do you hear the sounds?
Am i the only one
Who is
Going insane?
No mercy or kindness to be found
A horrible life to live
He asked for an extra cookie
Yet no cookie would they give
The boy wanted to color
The warden said, “Not today”
He wanted to leave, to escape
Just to go home and play
The inmates there were never kind
They stole snacks from him
And in the yard they played hide-n-seek
But he never seemed to win
Then after that, came naptime
A torture fit for hell
They forced him into unconsciousness
With music like a spell
He eagerly awaited the deafening ring
That called for his release
Then he would be at home again
Finally, at peace
The darkness takes me
And my eyes feel heavy
Like my heart
Which weighs down
My chest
How can i feel like empty space?
A dark abyss
Infinite in its shallows
And also in its depths
I am swimming forever
Drowning in an eternal loop
Only to awake once more
In the neverending shadows
I am being swallowed
Trapped, consumed, then freed
Alone in this infinity
With only darkness to breathe.
The bloodiest hands
Are those of time.
As it passes
And the seasons change,
All things age
And die.
An icy, hollow bed
Where i lay down to sleep
A coffin as the bedframe
And earth as my sheets
My brother says goodnight to me
My father tucks me in
My mother sings a lullaby
About things that could have been
The world has never looked so gray
Or that is how is seems
As mother whispers in my ear
"Goodnight," she cries, "sweet dreams."
You make me strong. Not because you are my other half, but in fact because you were not. You broke my heart- you broke me- so I had no choice but to grow stronger. I had to make sure that nobody would ever hurt me again the way you did. You were my weakness, and now without you I am the best version of myself.
So yes, you make me strong. But it is only through your weakness that I had ever achieved it.
You said that I looked different
And I told you I was free
Because now, after all this time
I’m focusing on me