Some parts of me will look inside.
I find memories of someone,
Someone I used to recognise from far off,
Someone I used to call my home.
Someone I used to keep myself busy with,
Some parts of me will bleed into me.
My eyes roll back, I'm looking, searching.
The demons are close,
They are getting out of the cage I built
They destroy me from inside like thugs.
These thoughts are not mine,
Memories of foggy.
I am nothing more than a conversation,
I had one with myself some days,
It's okay, but most of the time
I'm just frightened of this person,
The person who was me all along.
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Waves Of Blue
PoetryThere was a star riding through the clouds one night, and I said to star, "consume me" - Virginia Woolf Started:7.06.2021 Status: completed ©cooshookie 2021
