feeling the hate
that skips on my bones.
feeling the hate
that won't leave me alone.
sounds kinda dark,
has a mind of its own.
turning towards sun,
but being pulled back.
now all I seem to see is black.
my bones ache to
feel good again.
they creak and sigh
and deeply yearn.
to see the sun and perhaps
be burned.
bones that fill my skin.
bones deep within.
pain skips on them
to and fro.
will you ever let my
bones go?
YOU ARE READING
in the mind of
Poetrylittle things i've jotted down here and there to suppress the overwhelming emotions that never seem to disappear
