thoughts restrained her
they controlled and defined her
constant.
the spiral staircase took her back again
regardless
she will keep returning to the same spot.
that grim hallway of sorrow where
the overhead glare
becomes her only flare
on repeat.
upon ascension
promises were exchanged for deathless darkness.
silence imitated her
an unchanging white noise that never gave up
never calmed
her head swam with echoes
a chorus of birds that sang
in pursuit of truce
no use.
This originally was meant to be the result of myself messing around with Photoshop today , trying to learn different techniques. It turned into something more...poetry inspiration 💜 The message I am trying to convey here is that if you abandon all hope in facing your inner demons- they will haunt you into old age- Serenity is there, inside of us-listen out for that chirp, even when it's tone is that of a distant hum 🐦
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