Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul
Through book events, poetry, and creativity, we dive a little deeper into humanity.
Sickness crawls in over and over again.
A sickness too sweet.
Too thick.
A sickness deep enough to where it cracks bone.
Feral enough to where it stops hearts.
Leaves scars,
bleeds open wounds.
A sickness that beats, and beats, and beats.
Until it all stops.
Until everything stops.
And that lost love leaves you a fool.
Charcoal eyes
Ink wet heart
White stretched smile
Stares in the dark
Heartbeat slows
Breathing thins
Soulless window
Let them in
A knock at your door
A tap to your thigh
Let them realize
You will not lie
Trapped for good
Locked in a cage
Your life mimics
The sins that you laid
Little feet sleepwalk on the hardwood floor between worlds creating a whisper of a wisp as they run. Childhood laughter hides in every corner haunting me. How I would die to see them again. How I would give my soul to see them whole.
The door opened creaking on its hinges to nothingness on the other side.
A black void of silence.
Face to face with this lore that has haunted me since my mother disappeared, I swallowed back my fear prepared to take a step inside, but hands as twisted as shadows pulled me in.
Spin me a conundrum
A question of sanity on a thread
Twining in my nightmares
Twisted moods of dread
Motives complicating
The answers nowhere near
Driving touch of lunacy
To make the Game of Fear
Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul 