Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Safety

What is safety


Is it feeling safe
Secure
I want to feel safe
Home


But do I really


Why not let them come
Inside my sanctuary
Inside my mind


Feed off my fears,
My hopes and dreams
My sadness and horrors
They say have strength
I don’t recognize that word anymore


Rough terrain
Overtaking my steps
Every direction I go


While I lie down on a bed of nails
Each night  
Awaiting for them to pierce my fragile and tired skin
Until morning comes
Transfusing its life into me once again.
Only to hope for another torturing night  


My doomed future

My sweet dispair

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