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The Quiet Exit

Ashes of Us: An Epilogue

i don't know when but 
i stopped receiving invitations,
i was already running low-
low on the number of people i could count,
they say everything happens for a reason
i also know that much now,
but i hate that it all happened to me
fate made me realise in the cruelest way possible,
that i'm on my own on these empty roads
yet it's good to walk alone, knowing i'm alone

I Live Through Escape

from a place of sadness and heartbreak
i write this as i say

"now i always disappear on people, 
you see this has been a great escape
others first performed this one on me
when i almost lost my sanity"

i slowly disappeared from my friends life
so the call lines finally end up rusting
before any betrayal comes my way
this is my new greatest way to love, live and escape

Small Circle

they all pushed me to the edge
and i fear this poet quickly adapted with it
everyone left after they entered, with sirens in the background
that told me enough and about the need to survive
everyone killed a version of me
yet i fight, heading back into my safe space
a circle that is very small
and only holds space for this poet