In some secluded corners of my heart, the blood turns cold, I feel a chill, in this warmed breeze, I am turning cold, lifeless, no emotions I’m left with, The voices I hear are just cracked up sound.
In the daylight I fear the most, I see clear, my demons boast! I see no path, no plan is right, deepest nihility in sight, The wall of darkness builds up high.
Nights I find hard to fight, Watching the dark walls in darkness I cry, I have no grief, no pain explained, A hollow feeling, that runs in my vein,
Will this pass, or I will pass, When will this cold darkness last? I await here, in dark daylight I gasp, Silent I watch my hands gathering my soul, And fixing the patch, In some secluded corners of my heart and soul.
I'm a constant learner, love watching birds, can spend hours appreciating nature and write canto to describe its beauty....an amateur photographer and a writer, but still love to sprinkle on the white pages with my thoughts, writing is a catharsis for me.
On a wrinkled trajectory the blood averts to abstract remission, I am out of place in time and history. Try to nudge the jumping ants with their cyberweapons ready to strike the antique nectaries of judgements. The predators were coming.
Crooks of elbows Squared in pegs Cream coloured walls The cool between your legs Closed buttoned eyelids Cloudy skies Web of fingers Your beautiful lies Tucked away neatly Amongst bits of red Metal staples Running though your head Yet a