deepundergroundpoetry.com
There will be coffee and cookies when it's time...
So there you are
gnawing at me,
crunching my bones for your entertainment.
But I am not there, you see?
I don't feel you gnawing
You gnaw at nothing because I am gone
I hear you
gnashing and biting and chewing on the nothing that you believe exists
and I feel so terribly sad
because I know that means I am moving on from the darkness which still resides in you
and it makes me wish I could reach inside you and help
rip it out because it brings nothing but more darkness
it makes me wish I could help you...
but living in the dark is a choice we all make
life takes us places that we arent ready for and before we know it that darkness is safe...
it's home.
and if you take that step...
does that mean you will be lost
more than you are?
No...
I am sorry
I closed the door to darkness
Catch up to the light when you can.
gnawing at me,
crunching my bones for your entertainment.
But I am not there, you see?
I don't feel you gnawing
You gnaw at nothing because I am gone
I hear you
gnashing and biting and chewing on the nothing that you believe exists
and I feel so terribly sad
because I know that means I am moving on from the darkness which still resides in you
and it makes me wish I could reach inside you and help
rip it out because it brings nothing but more darkness
it makes me wish I could help you...
but living in the dark is a choice we all make
life takes us places that we arent ready for and before we know it that darkness is safe...
it's home.
and if you take that step...
does that mean you will be lost
more than you are?
No...
I am sorry
I closed the door to darkness
Catch up to the light when you can.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0
reading list entries 0
comments 2
reads 324
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.