Creative Writing · Poetry


i raise my glass to the pain of not knowing

and gulp to fight the fear i have to ask

i clean the mirror in hopes of seeing myself clean

when i need to windex my eyes… bleach my mind

my soul trapped inside a cell

inside this shell worn by my heart

battle scarred and critically wounded

yet still fighting

life support can’t come from a mind

so laced with napalm and shrapnel

spinning in circles fighting its shadow

swinging a blade slicing no one but itself

hoping the knight in shining armor

will come because I need help saving myself from me


-Turtleberry 2012


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