Entwined
I must of took a wrong turn,
I think I missed my exit.
unsure of my guiding force i must have no sane creator
what's this? I wonder...
a folded paper.
for fear of whats inside i keep it folded
neatly slide it in a pocket already containing some stray lint.
i carry on suspiciously, unsure of where i am.
i find myself in jail,
on my bunk behind cold bars.
i find no use in screaming
my voice is no louder than these scars.
instead i hold my breath and count the cuts on my arms
my heart beats slower now, i just want to be alone
where no one can ever find me, where the sea can't be moved by the breeze
where my emotions can find peace at last with no unsettling tides.
I wake to a darkness, a void that cradles me in it's absence,
with no light because there is no way out.