You hide in th stuffy darkness,
Between a million identities,
They swallow you whole till are
A mere memory scrunched at the bottom of the closet.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
You hide in th stuffy darkness,
Between a million identities,
They swallow you whole till are
A mere memory scrunched at the bottom of the closet.
Mystery. Lots of room for the reader’s imagination to add to the poem’s life.
Fun to read as well. I love a good mystery. Congratulations!