Well I just realised that I haven’t written anything today, and I’m not missing a day for something as small as forgetting so here’s the product of my half asleep mind at 11pm – I hope you enjoy!
What is this
That exists inside of me;
What is this darkness, what this
Debris that litters my mind like
Sawdust; where can I find the key
To unlock the meaning of this
Melancholy; why
Does my mind hide secrets behind
Faded glass – is it to be kind?
Is it to keep my consciousness asleep,
Or unaware of the depth of its
Despair; why haunt me thus
With questions,
And with aching from which I cannot
Hide, cannot find
An answer although I know it’s there
Deep down;
Deep inside.
A Teacup Full of Stories 