Monsters of the Mind

Poetry

Wild Flower
Jun 14 · 2 min read
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Sinking, please just
s u s p e n d me
I’m screaming into the mist
no f o o t i n g beneath me to
see ahead of myself.

T o r n pages surround me
my story is in all its
c
r
u
m
p
l
e
d glory.

Caught in the wind of
the darkening sky
that does not lend me
moonlight tonight.