The Inside

A poem about stilting insecurity through depression

 

 

That light

Under the door

The bright

Escaping, dancing, exalting, throughout the floor

To see

To see me

Gleam became glares

Ahead insinuates insulated safety

The door blares

 

Self-loathing pestilence

I fear me

That light

 May perforate inner bleak persistence

I must see

My blight

 I looked

 Only to discover every me

Reviews

[Myenigma]

I like it. Sometimes are biggest fears is ourselves,

[exotic flotsam]

Thank you for reading my work. You have gotten the essence of the piece. I appreciate your thoughts and your review.
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