Upside down
Trees look more tangled
More frightening than sheltering
The sky looks more like a postcard
To a place that can't be traveled
The ground looks more dull
And frozen
The shadows look like yourself
And you're terrified
When you move, they move.
When you think, your thoughts think.
Biting your nails won't save you,
But you tend to continue the habit
Bite your tongue instead,
Believe the dark is dead.
Arrows fly far ahead,
have you followed
Where they lead?
Have you healed where you bleed?
Swept the dust from your knees?
Kiss the stars that shed
As you lie awake in bed
Waiting for the panic
When your minds satanic.
Burried in books,
Words are oxygen.
Keep reading.
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