When it's dark outside,
I feel the most safe.
When it's raining,
I feel the most content.
When the world is crazy or hectic,
I feel the most calm.
When you live sitting in those
Moments, use to the
Dark,
Cold,
Chaos.
You find the
illusion of
Peace
Yet when the sun comes up,
& the flowers bloom from the storm.
When the world stops to take one big collective breath.
My illusion starts to crack...
Because when the world stands still
I find my own personal
Hell
C.G.
YOU ARE READING
No one is there
Poetrypoetry book. all the things I've written that I could never say out loud. Some topics may be difficult for some people so check for disclaimers .
