It’s dark inside my room
empty spaces and empty thoughts
Not a colour in sight
trapped in darkness.
It presses on my frontal lobe
but not enough to erase the pain
joyless,
soulless.
Want to come inside?
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
It’s dark inside my room
empty spaces and empty thoughts
Not a colour in sight
trapped in darkness.
It presses on my frontal lobe
but not enough to erase the pain
joyless,
soulless.
Want to come inside?
Great imagery of a dark state of mind
Thank you for understanding the meaning 🙂