#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams,
Wanting to be heard in the real world
Suppressing all your emotions, burned,
Shadows were you linger and hide
Your crowd stood, judging and sighed..
Locked up in your own head, soulless you felt
Nowhere to escape, all alone you dealt,
Light that you saw at the end of the tunnel
Eager you ran, just to discover your own funeral.



© Ardra M