Home
Through shadowed hearts and shattered dreams,
We see with blinded eyes.
The last ember of hope burns out
as we watch the lies unfold.
We find ourselves held prisoner
by the demons in the merciless nightmare.
Their faces are painted white
no color , no expression.
They curse us to spend eternity
buried under the ashes of what we used to call
home.
-Mariah K. Benning
👁 3💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.
988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
Comments are closed for this poem.