My Deep

A Poem by Hannah

Slow, pounding, rush of blood
Like drums in the hollow ground
Flowing through my veins
As the voice of my conscience
Echoes through the night.
I breathe
But the air is stale
Polluted
With words I call anything but home.
Rusty
Fear controlling the shadows of my misdemeanor
Coagulating deep within my skin
Desperation
Hand shaking like twigs in the cracked earth of destruction
Crooked and twisted
To fit my faces of many
Like the mask I call my world
The end tells tales of unknown finishes
Reasons to let it go into the foggy night of that which is me
and my deep