my mind may have layers stairs and levels twisting and turning halls and rooms but don't be fooled my mind is not a building my mind is not a home in fact my mind is where i get lost the most I can't find refuge not even in my own head
You step out into the world and its tendrils seek to entwine. It takes away my hopes and all the dreams I once held as mine.
You are faced with expectations and choices so not of your own. You come to think it not so bad when life is both empty and alone.
It becomes just easier to forget about hope and any form of dream. Responsible to self and away from expectations endless scream.
You close the world outside behind your safeties solid door. And give up on love and dream like clothes discarded on the floor.
You accept a life of little value and so too the feel it will never end. All for reassurance outside consequence wont reach in to offend.
I write of being sad and lonely in many of the poems that I write. But I am conscious, it is I who cast love and hope out into the night.
I know there are many who have come to feel this way. A loss of something that makes trusting the world and others just so difficult to do. Sometimes finding a light at the end of the tunnel doesn't have the appeal others may expect us to have. Controlling the light switch even in darkness offers a level of security that some of us prefer. Your expectations scare us and it is what made us seek darkness as refuge.
Holding you close to my chest, Whilst surrounded With miasma and cacophony, Even though I might not Be writing in you, Gives me a hope of redemption And return To my astral abode, Where swelling silence and love Await.
To all the things that come to behold Me, My Poetry and immortalise my grandeur With simple carbon. To all the notebooks and journals that let us speak and flourish