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Sometimes my body doesn’t feel like home anymore
And I wish I could disappear into thin air
Leave without a word to a place
Where there is no sadness or heartbreak
Sometimes my mind is poisoned
The long black tentacles of madness
Blinding my thoughts and killing the joy
Pushing me into the soft arms of sorrow
Sometimes I don’t recognise the reflection in the mirror
My fingers slowly examining every curve of the unknown face
Uncertainty reflecting in the strange eyes
Looking around for a piece of explanation
Sometimes the light doesn’t get in through a curtain
And the room decays in the darkness
Strangled by my own cries
I let the silence violently surround me
About the Creator
kanioshki
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Comments (1)
Your poem has a deep meaning. And I get the sense from this poem that loneliness, solitude and sadness are intertwined. But, all three can strengthen each other if they know each other well :)