IM (03-24-1990 / phoenix, AZ)

In My Head

In my head...
The dead whisper,
The lights flicker.
I close my eyes and hide from the darkness…
I ran from the voices inside my head,
Yep... i killed them, they’re all dead…
I once fell into a hole…
I followed the rabbit.
She told me “spitting is a nasty habit”…
I loved once…she took my soul…
Or I gave it to her... that’s what I mean…
You should say what you mean…b4 you mean what you say…
To me it just makes more sense that way.
Sunshine left…or was it right…
I guess imagination is…
Ring-a-round the rosy…
A pocket full of posies…
Ashes, ashes…
WE ALL DIE! ! !

MORAL: life is too short to…

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Wow, I really enjoyed this poem. So much depth to be felt here, I truly felt every line. Nicely written!