Alone in the darkness

By: Laura Viera A
Photos: Nessa Twix


Foto: Nessa Twix
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All alone
trapped in this room
there is no one to talk too
yet I hear a whispering soul.

I am not crazy…
of that I am sure.

The walls begin to make strange faces
the devil itself
has come and gone

and he didn’t even care to tag along..

How sad this is
how lonely and grey..

Where did these scars come from…
the shadow of darkness.

The hours tick slowly away
I fear nothing and all.

I let myself fall
I hardly even know you
there is no one to talk too
but I hear a whispering soul.


Foto: Nessa Twix
© all rights reserved.

They shift when
words do
switching and hiding
in every person.

I begin to swallow
the emptiness in this empty room
the soul is dead
things are not what they seem.

But I am at peace,
tranquil,
Listening to the thumping heart
and a whisper in my soul.

 


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