A foggy memory tickles my mind
I need to cry, but everything seems blind.
I’m 6 feet under.
The soil stained,
By my emotions,
Like greed.
Anxiety
Despair...
My skin is covered.
By endless rows of goosebumps,
Making my insides shiver.
My eyes are shut.
My mind making imaginary shadows creeping through the walls
But I can’t open my eyes,
Or they’ll disappear.
My body is numb.
No feeling for anything,
As if I’m trapped in my own body.
My mind is alive.
Reacting, pondering, lying…
Remembering...
Things I don’t want to remember.
But alas, my brain does this to me every night before bed.
I wonder if it’s the same for you…
Comments
The description in this poem is beautiful. I love the lines "My skin is covered by endless rows of goosebumps". I can picture this in my mind. Your use of boldness and line breaks is so creative and gives so much to the poem. This poem is beautiful and is full of emotion.
Thank you. It means the world to me. And I’m really happy you enjoyed reading it the way I hoped. Also about the way I use line breaks is super sweet of you to say. I think it’s what shows to the reader how to capture the words in the perspective I wrote it in.
Again, thank you so much, and hope you have a lovely evening.
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