Red splattered on a blank page
Words covered by pain that will remain
The cut that becomes a cage
Where the pages will stain
My own little world within a book
I turn pages and pages leaving marks on my hand
But this story is my safe haven in my own little nook
Story after story cut after cut I will never leave this world of mine it is what gives me the strength to stand
So as the pages stain and the pain remains
My world will remain a cage and my books a stage
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts From a Spec in the Universe
PoetrySociety is a mess and my mind is in pieces. Thoughts and wonderings compiled into poems.
