My mind is on a rollercoaster,
I couldn’t even tell you
what my next reaction is going to be.
I oscillate between happiness and despair
The urge to survive and a desire to die
burn with an equal flame
inside this tired frame.
Where does the darkness end
and I begin?
Is there even a line between the two?
To me, it seems
that I invited the monster to a tea party
and remained calm
when instead of biscuits
the monster exposed the veins on my arm
and crawled right under my skin.
Are we one?
This poem is inspired by the character of Eve from my Stanhill Series.
The second part of The Stanhill Series is out and you can get it on Amazon: Beneath The Mask.
If you haven’t moved to Stanhill yet, you can get the first novel on Amazon as well: Little Rebellion