Nowhere

I loved this poem because its so true for me.

Nowhere

Angry tears stream down my face.

A fountain graced with hate

X

Failed attempts to stifle the sobs

Instead they soak through my clothes

X

Stained them with memories that I couldn’t forget.

Thoughts that won’t go away

X

Couldn’t think about anything else

My mind had its own plans

X

Images flash across my lids as I close my eyes and sigh

I rip them open as if I was burned

X

But my conscience was tainted still

There was no escaping

X

Where do you run when your mind is your torturer?

Your kidnapper

Your murderer

X

The answer is simple

nowhere