In This House of Madness
In this house of madness, I walk like a ghost, searching the corridors for what I have lost. Where am I?
Where have I gone?
So many things you do not know about me,
I am not what you see,
I am something else.
Maybe I should not be telling you this but I need to turn to someone.
I am leaving scratch marks against the walls of hell but fires keep holding me back, it is becoming too hot and there is no control.
I have to force time to stand still awhile.
In the beginning, before I knew of a diabolical world, only the waters kept me comfortable and warm, the security of my mother's blood, the love of her hand rubbing over her swollen belly, let her know I was really there.
Grasps of air set my vocal cords aflame and there I was boundless energy screaming to the world.
Another poor human has arrived, they did not know what I was saying then
and till today they will never know.
Nights I was pushed outside like a tropical animal put out into the snow.
Copyright © Klio Tsitsikroni | Year Posted 2017
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