I was looking for a place to hide
and I hid in myself.
I was horrified to find out
what a dark, twisted place it is.
Staircases to nowhere and gutted ideals.
Shards of glass and fears of addiction.
“What could’ve been” wailing under the
pressure of what I turned out to be.
The sound of regret is piercing.
Everything echoes in this empty space.
My body is giving signs of life,
but I feel my soul has already given up the fight.
I can relate.
Wow this is beautiful!
A stunning poem, each verse piercing.
Powerful and compelling poem.
Beautiful and powerful 😊🙏
This is grim!