Descent
I'm falling out of space and time
All recollection of what once was of me is lost
Backs are being turned towards me, even my own
The face looking at me from in the mirror is far from home
Ragged, beaten, torn & bruised
Who is this stranger inhabiting my soul?
A dark, quiet corner calls to me
To sit in lonely silence without a name
I remember the feeling of your arms around me
But now I know it'll never be the same
Is it the quiet longing in my eyes, the bitter shame hidden in the lies?
Or is it really me inside?
-Mitchell L.Clark
This is part one to a multi-section poem/creative writing I'm making. More parts to come soon.
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