Inward
I fell within myself,
and nothing could pull me out.
Lost inside the sorrow of my soul.
Unable to see the light, unable to see the dawn,
to feel, to hope.
Falling deeper and deeper into an urge to desire,
to love.
Fragments of the past flicker back into my imagination
continuing to make my mind hazy.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
-
This is a space for responsibly revised, creatively crafted, excellently edited, perfectly publishable WRITING of any kind: short stories, ...
-
The 1st duck walked across my front yard, through my perfect grass, then sat on my statue and pooped. The 2nd duck hopped into my ...
4 comments:
Amazing job. I love the line "Fragments of the past flicker back into my imagination" 👍👍
Nice job of writing!
You use really fantastic descriptive words. I adore the vocabulary used in this poem. Keep up the good work!
This is like an allusion story. Your head keeps spinning and spinning. Then it replays again.
Post a Comment