Loved

Sitting in English, I'm contemplating the aftermath of writing Dead (still recovering from that particular trip down memory lane) and this pops into my head. Not sure what it means, or why it came to me, but I just had to write it down.

Dark
all around
Light
without sound
Laughter
cruel, cold, and cackling
Screams
my own, shrill and shaking
Where is my breath?
Where is my blood?
Is it possible
for me to still be
Loved?

Author's Note

Hope you can help interpret.

Reviews

[L. S. Kearnes]

Well, it gave me chills. Not entire sure what to make out of it quite yet. But great flow and use of diction. Keep it up!

And welcome to WC.