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Oct 2015
barren and cold, there is no sun to hope for, no stars to wish on, and no moon to guide me

it's been sixteen years and and i can't remember if i've ever felt light

in this twist of life, in this world of darkness, there is no time, no distinction between what is real and what isn't

i would tell you what it would feel like to be free, to be cleansed, to be me

but you see, i was born in umbrage, it is my home, it is my essence, my eternal disease

if only they knew what it was like to be left at the bottom of the world

if only they knew what it was like to be afraid of escaping

if only they knew that the only light there was in this world came from death himself
getting back into it
aj
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aj  18/M/Texas
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