Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2012
I sat

on the bottom of a cave

convincing myself

that being alonee is beautiful.

the smell of batshit

is worth escaping everything.

My fear of the darkness

i realized was never a fear.

I'm not scared of anything.

The ice cold trickle of water

splashing on my neck,

it makes me feel new again.

I've needed this break

for 15 years. i might stay here forever.

who knows.



And then in an instant
it hit me.
This place is
dark
cold
and lonely.
3 things I've always be scared of.
Madds
Written by
Madds  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems