All alone, I cry.
My heart is breaking,
It's all been a lie.
The tears fall from my face.
I'm in a sick, dark place.
Look at me...
Why can't you see?
I'm still in this cycle,
Ready to be freed.

The image in the mirror stares back at me but I cant seem to remember if that was even me.

The years have gone by and I am only as a semblance of the woman I used to see.

Where can I hide?
Journey with me and let me walk you inside.

Watch out...the demons arise,

and there you are once more becoming...alive.

  • Author: Phoenix111 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 27th, 2023 22:06
  • Comment from author about the poem: My first poem.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 13


  • Sumit Datta

    A loud cry and lots of sentimentality vented by the poem. Nice to read.

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