A hopeless insanity,
locked behind closed eyes.
A knocking with words directed to her.
He's yelling.
She's gone.
A hopeless insanity moving forward.
He's screaming.
She's standing.
The black is taking over her mind.
She's in silence.
He's in hell.
A hopeless insanity less to do with insanity more to do with him.
He's going to push over the edge.
He does.
And she falls to the floor.
Gone.
A hopeless insanity.
1 comment:
That was a really great poem. I've only read two of yours, and I can already tell you've got talent--and if not talent then certainly potential.
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