I preach of love, I preach of life.
But somehow by a twist of time,
I find myself entrapped
in the museum of melancholies,
Holding a dagger before the mirror
with two helpless eyes staring back at me.
The world is suddenly too small to breathe,
Yet too wide to reach you.
The world is too dark to see
Yet I see the darkness between my tears.
The world is a big place you say,
yet a feel unsafe, even behind this locked door.
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Cottage Chronicles
PoetryLife's chronicles from love, sorrow, anger, guilt, shame, happiness buried in a poetic cipher. Would you like some words and wine, on wooden floorboards? ©️ Feronia Grey
