Poems from DigitalPsychosis
At my core
I refuse to accept
that the ocean
is a puddle,
if only I were to stand.
All my life,
I chased storms
until I found them
hidden
inside myself.
Who am I?
A disaster strangled by
everyone's dreams.
God help me,
a fearful mess with
broken strings.
God help me,
I just want to sleep.
Scrubbed at my soul but
there was too much blood.
A broken vessel
with scars on my heart and
a storm in my head.
What have I become?
I am forgotten.
An old flame
That only sparks
When there's nothing left
To burn.