Myana Mae Blackwood
Slipping, I'm losing myself
I grasp at the air, but you're out of reach
alone, I whisper
the echos bounce back
twice as hard and twice as sharp
this feeling, I cannot shake
The darkness begins to close in
Consuming, Suffocating,
Run little flower,
As fast as you can
For you, my love, are not safe.
YOU ARE READING
Whispers of a melancholy heart
PoetryP.O.V Poetry written from the characters of Evocation.
