Let me sleep inside of your chest,
nestle deep within your ribs,
fingers numb and bloody from digging for your soul
Tell me who you are?
Show me your ghosts,
they're weighing heavy in my lungs
My hallowed chest barren of all the flowers once growing here
They were held by hands once so cruel
Withering away, just a waste of skin
I was born from nothing other than sin
My eyes are heavy
Oh so heavy
But I'm trapped in the space
Between sleeping and awake
Can you hear the eerie silence embracing us now?
Because I can feel it aching deep within my bones
Am I dreaming? Am I here?
Am I trapped within the space
between sleeping and awake?
Will I find my way out from this insanity?
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the void in my headspace | poetry by Sydney Calhoon
PoetryA collection of poems from the depths of my soul, bearing to you the darkest, most vulnerable parts of myself. Handle with care.
