Blind spot

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Concealed in my despicable dark enclosure

Lurking with absolute pitch-black matter

Where light is deprived of its shine

Not even a spark can glimmer to life

That's where I reside alone

A space where my solicitude transpires

Were my tears are masked by my fears

Wail as much as I want to

Ironic and childish it may seem

Afraid of the dark but living in it

Afraid of the pain and extreme horrors

But cuddle it so close like a paramour

Carrying it around and feel alive

Life has a way of getting twisted

Sometimes it feels like you're a joke

When one walks in the light of the world

Exposing your scars and craving for help

But nobody takes that to heart

No, no, I can't live like that

All I do is hibernate in this blind spot

Do you ever get cornered in this kind of situation at-times?

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