Chargement...

torment.

a scream locked from the inside. turmoil pain and torment like blood clenched fists tied with fierce rope cutting them deep, angrily, painfully
a perception so profound full of depth and personal meaning unseen by eyes unheard by ears.
the tingle of hands the blood pumping rapidly. waves of sensation passing through haunted corridors, where dark memories lie.
in the midst of pure darkness, looked carefully to see the arch doors and spirriled staircases inviting me..
grinds  me to a halt. no words spoken, silence slice cold shivers
clock ticks, time passes, wasted moments create everlasting misery.
stilled thoughts wait anxiously in hope for comfort .  
echos stored in empty boxes serving no purpose. an illusion from a place that no longer exists but carries with it the vicious storm colliding with waves of hope and beaming light
 
 
 
~~~~not a complete fixed together poem yet~~~~~~

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