And oh if I break,
What will this world take?
If I fall and stumble,
Where will I land my tumble?
I whisper secrets to the moon,
To the stars I dance and swoon.
And my mind trips on crooked eves
Holds me ransom to twisted thieves
Of joy and light
In a bleary night.
And I laugh as I fall to the weeds
Giggle as sorrow plants it seeds.
My mind is long lost and shattered,
Frayed away, torn and tattered.
Here I lay to rest in the dirt,
Buried now with my hurt.
About the Creator
Laura Lann
I am an author from deep East Texas with a passion for horror and fantasy, often heavily mixed together. In my spare time, when I am not writing, I draw and paint landscape and fantasy pieces. I now reside in Alaska where adventures await.
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