Cage of Nothing

Derrp I need to get out more often...

Ecliptic transition of memories,

seem to fade into speckled bits of dust.

And the haunting still continues,

yet no one has ever seen the ghost.

Hit myself with reflections,

like a ghastly, grieving hand.

And the black-smoke demons lure,

yet no one has ever heard their laughter.

So be the circles in which I run,

become my false wilderness.

For my animal is slowly dying

and its spirit remembers the sky.

Author's Note

More like abstract writing I guess. As in abstract painting, etc.

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

I love this as a whole but the last stanza made me smile and sigh.. I so know that feeling. Great pen:) xo

[SilverFish]

Aww, thank you, I am glad you liked it and that you could relate somehow, thanks for reading! :)