Excerpt

Maybe nobody knows anybody well.
People just hear the smell
of my surroundings
Without having dipped into the depths of my well.
I have clear waters and magical treasures running deep through.
But I've hidden it well.
And when you come too close,
I summon my ghosts
by ringing the bell,
And sometimes it's so loud
I forget things that were making me proud
I've hidden my treasure
So deep you can't even measure
Maybe it's lost, washed away,
Maybe it's still there under the waves,
But no one was brave enough to get that deep,
And I'm left with my ghosts and my reality,
Waiting for someone to dig,
Make my fake reality sip,
Spill through the cracks of my deformed prisms
Set me free from my own prison.

People come and go
Like waves on a surface.
You may think they're reflections of depths,
What a puzzle -
Because there are waves even on puddles.

Reviews

[UnapologeticPoet]

I love the last three lines "You may think they're reflections of depths, What a puzzle- because there are waves even on puddles" You have great structure and everything flows together. Love your writing and powerful word usage. You're a big inspiration :)

[Anonymous]

Thank you, I am glad you enjoyed reading it.