I stare at the four walls of my room
It is all I can make out
Because I know they are there
The walls do not move
I feel the cold floor beneath my feet
And the cool air of the ceiling fan
I hear the faint whooshing of the air conditioner
It sends a shiver down my spine
I have no light anymore
It went away
Leaving darkness in its wake
Abysmally devastating
Everything I hold dear
It robbed me of my matches
So, in the dark, I sit
I miss my candles
Illumination, return to me
Thank you for reading
YOU ARE READING
Poems of an anchor
PoetryI'm a poet, and yes, I know it I am very fond of poetry and writing. I'm the kind of person who never verbalizes my feelings. I prefer to write them down, transforming them into literary works of art. Words bear comfort and catharsis for my heart an...
