POEMS

Locked Away

In the silence of the night, my mind speaks to me. I can hear the voices of my past reminding me of times my heart was left unchecked. Now my heart checks on my mind. Making sure the whispers stay exactly where they belong; in the past. Trapped behind the doors of my memory.

POEMS

Cooking without butter

I’m lashing out, can’t be without, can’t think the thoughts, blinded seeing spots, remorse in my plot, bleeding because we fought, overcoming doubt,please let me out, stuck in a concrete box, hearing gunshots, I think my body dropped, walking dead in my Crocs, put this in a pot and you get- Scrambled thoughts