I wade through a thick fog distorting my mind.
Psychological trauma's keeping me confined.
The night grows darker, and nothing warms my bones.
Shivering tells me I'll soon learn of Davy Jones.
Will his memories pass through fingers like sand?
Cruelty assured mine grew rather out of hand.
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There seems to be no escape from my trauma.
I can't outrun your ongoing plays and drama.
Like a siren, you dragged me to unknown depths.
Now it's icy cold, and I'm struggling for last breaths.
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Your mind gets darker as I listen and hear.
You spoke of fictional murders to instill fear.
The details were gruesome and have stayed with me.
When nighttime comes, I find it difficult to sleep.
What was that you had once said about black sheep?
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Staring out the window there's not much to see.
What do you think when viewing the same sky as me?
I doubt your mind is foggy to any degree.
You probably don't keep warm with floral tea.
What about our meeting was the primary key?
YOU ARE READING
Grains of Graphite Book 1
PoetryGrains of Graphite is a North American poetry collection focusing on a wide range of emotions, many of which are intimate.
