I build a ladder to your heart;
each rung a journey into darkness.
I cannot save you from yourself
or me from sadness.
There is a place filled with light,
instinctive and wild. It's not easy
to survive its scorching heat. I
cannot save you from your weakness
or me from truth.
1 comment:
I was hoping to read your 'Diary of a Mad Woman'to see if you were as crazy/mad as me, but I find myself in here instead and I am happy, happy. Poetry!
I love the break to the last line, making it stand out, away from the previous stanza.That's what it comes down to sort of thing. You!
Good write, you.
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