fog

and the fog gathers all in her arms – a doting mother.

lost

is this a form of torture especially designed for me? to torture me with the worst until i give in? but give in to what – an unknown i have no knowledge of?

seer

cursed hero

lost dreams

knowing what you could have had but what you never chased after is the most painful thing in the world.

bored

apologies, but today i was feeling bored.

laughing in your face

laughing in your face because this is madness at its purest form.

ripped apart

nothing, Death says, comes for free.

cold sunlight

Spring cries as Death carries her away.

blue

freed.who i am,who i wish to be,tied in expectationsof who they want me to berestrained within a cagethis bird cannot fly freeher feathers clippedblue wings shedwho i amlost. i tried to make a poem that is reversible… but it didn’t exactly work? everything makes sense except for the line “tied in expectations”, and i couldn’t

don’t

melt of snow on mountain caps,the empty stump of a once vital tree,smoke drifting from rubblethe reach of my hand for yours but you drift awaywith the break of the wavescolored red, heartbreak,your tears don’t surface your emotions blind your eyesthe decision made, i see the hatchet bloodshed around us, only my pride left,don’t –