Empty

I am the empty shell of a person,
The hopeless broken soul
Of a jittery heart and scattered brain.

Heavy eyelids fall away from reality,
with demolished wings of hopeful living.

Drowning in a sea of emotion and
Doomed to hit the abyss
Cannot see, cannot hear
Forsaken to these fractured perceptions
My own personal inferno to quench the air.

To the lacking space of a happier place
To be sent into a melancholic prison,
Of which, I shall lay in crimson

Reviews

[Carrion.]

emotion packed. I love your poetry.
seriously, keep on writing.