I’m living on an excuse
The night destroys me
So much of nothing racing through my mind
I lie to continue each day
No one knows what I mean but me
If you were to hold my hand,
There would be no emotion, no warmth
There’s no love, no feelings
Emptiness is a hollow room that only I can open and close the door
Would you enter if I was to lock you in my prison?
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Dark poem and interesting end question. Would you enter if I were to lock you in my prison? We all have our own prisons at some point in time. to enter someone else’s is …would be difficult. Good piece.
I’m not sure if I would enter anyone’s prison. I don’t want to enter my own! Thanks Fia for the awesome comment.
Powerfully penned, Keith. Excellent write my friend. Some questions have complicated answers. Appreciate you.
Damian
They sure do. Thanks Damian.