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Eyes close And shadows creep in Pulling at the corners of my mind Darkness and chaos Leave me breathless until I awaken A beacon of light I chase but can’t find Running towards but Never reach, arms outstretched Vying for love I’ll never feel again Tears fall, “HELP” I yell But nothing comes except the shadows The things I can’t outrun, because they are within The things ignored while conscious Haunt my sleep The trauma, pain, fear, And now grief, stain my dreams No longer are my late night thoughts safe Instead Something else to run away from But I can’t flee There’s no freedom in death Just broken pieces left behind A daughter asking “why?” Was I enough? My dreams tell me no “I could’ve done more” My dreams say it, so it must be true The secrets I buried Rise from their graves, as I lay in bed Rocking gently at first Before violently shaking me from my sleep “HELP!” I yell But nothing comes except the shadows The things I can’t outrun Because they are within ~Channie Russell 12/17/2025
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Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 11:25 PM UTC
Shadows
Eyes close And shadows creep in Pulling at the corners of my mind Darkness and chaos Leave me breathless until I awaken A beacon of light I chase but can’t find Running towards but Never reach, arms outstretched Vying for love I’ll never feel again Tears fall, “HELP” I yell But nothing comes except the shadows The things I can’t outrun, because they are within The things ignored while conscious Haunt my sleep The trauma, pain, fear, And now grief, stain my dreams No longer are my late night thoughts safe Instead Something else to run away from But I can’t flee There’s no freedom in death Just broken pieces left behind A daughter asking “why?” Was I enough? My dreams tell me no “I could’ve done more” My dreams say it, so it must be true The secrets I buried Rise from their graves, as I lay in bed Rocking gently at first Before violently shaking me from my sleep “HELP!” I yell But nothing comes except the shadows The things I can’t outrun Because they are within ~Channie Russell 12/17/2025
Written December 2025, shortly after my mother’s death, while in the psych ward.
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Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 11:25 PM UTC
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