My shadow , my friend
my mind, the cell.
I've lost the key, my sanity
the bars, my thoughts
tenebrous musings.
My hands, weak shovels
unable to escape.
I cannot found me,
I've lost myself again.
Caressing the walls,
strengthen them.
Failed escapee,
I wanted to stay
The cell my sadness.
The cell my madness
YOU ARE READING
Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
