There is no escape, sometimes I’m grateful for the walls because if they weren’t there then there would be nothing to bang my head against. The only thing here to grasp onto is pain. Your poem really captures this hopelessness, maybe there is no reply but there are ears out there waiting.

These words are fire, sparking desire! Hehe

Beautifully penned, Fia. There’s a fire in the room, and it’s this seductive read my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you, Angel;))

Anything inspired by CasketSharpe is worth a read. The mind is where it sits forever. Great ink

Thank you, Adira