Tried to create and ended with losses
Stepping forward once to fall backwards
A cliff in the front beckoning to end this
Fear to live but fearing death as well
Choices of chaos twisting like ribbons around
Asking to be killed but even that wasn't heard
Decreasing voice to whispers to utter silence
Nightly nightmares were permanant guests
Delusion and dreams left the home
Losing leftover light to the tumultuous time
Dried days and losing sight
Whipping ownself to wake up
Locked doors and barred windows
Oiling them to still keep access
Hope,fear,nightmares and dream
What could be scarier than the life itself?
© AnieRose