free write... of a thought that is going by ...

I used to write a lot,
A lot, mind you, I
loved it!
I could write what my mind could not
for what these eyes could touch..
like going through blankets of galaxies upon galaxies and finding the right words–
people loved it, I liked sharing it
and I was good at it!
 
What a beautiful tragedy it is to write,
of what you once saw...
of what you once thought would never change..
these eyes,
to write and then be turned..
 
Where Night is no longer, 'Night’... its a place where darkness breathes and the stars are no longer there–
Where Nature is no longer 'Nature’... its a place of sinister trickery  and a mystery of death.. where flowers are blooming and bright and I am  no longer in the most perfect awe but,
I am waiting for them to die..
Where words are no longer 'words’, but a place left open for judgement on its verse .. where I am always expecting the worst.
 
I don’t know why...
I don’t
I hate opening my eyes every day.. and I hate looking at what I used to be.. I can’t get her back! shes chained...
 
Now the only words I see.. through my eyes
Turned inside out are the words on the walls
drenched in  blood
and they writing, ‘help her please!’

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Vic
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Hi Laila. Good evening, What a sad, sad poem. What a sad, sad place to be in. I pray you won't be there for very long.

Despite that, I find your words, your poetry amazing as always!

Delilah
Delilah
9 mois

Hey Vic, I find your work amazing and intriguing as well!- Well Thank you , I hope you've been well... I've been writing though, just not posting it anywhere on social media , which made me realise that there is solace in just writing for yourself ..

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