you're trying to s a v e me
from i n s a n i t y , trying to
conquer all the d a r k n e s s
that you believe is c l i n g i n g
to me, i n g r a t i a t i n g itself into
my m i n d , but what you don't
realise is that i am i n s a n i t y ;
i am d a r k n e s s ; i am b r o k e n hope;
i am a l o s t cause; i am a lot
of things; i can not be s a v e d .
it is time for p r e c i o u s energy
and c o n f i d e n c e to travel
e l s e w h e r e , and for me to
watch from afar as it l e a v e s
in a show of a s h e s and
lost d r e a m s .
YOU ARE READING
set free
Poetrya cluster of thoughts, hidden below the very folds of my subconscious
