Staring in the mirror, Sunken eyes, hollow smile. Gazing ahead, Only a ghost looks back.
Tell me, show me, Something truly sincere "I'm sorry," doesn't mean anything To me anymore
Every day, I stare out the window, A new example of natural beauty Playing before my eyes
Photo by Andy Buckley on Pexels.com In a lonely prison Crafted from crimson, I am confined Here, silence reigns, An empty space For the condemned to stay Darkness casts over all, Leaving nary a sliver of light In a lonely prison Crafted from crimson, I stare at towering walls Within them, I see those Who… Continue reading Crimson Prison
You keep showing me kindness after kindness, A bittersweet realization that more Will never be within my reach The kindness that glimmers In your bright eyes and serene smile, Is really just a hidden cruelty