Dark Inspiring Poetry: “Stories in my Head”

STORIES IN MY HEAD ***********   Walking down a crowded side street, My weary head hangs low, careful not to meet the eye Of the others who pass me by.   Afraid they may see the thoughts spiraling that consume me in my screaming head The darkness swimming with all the creatures of dread.  

Madness

My lips are sealed stale dry, Eyes are dazed thousands of times over, That I’ve forgotten what it’s like to cry. Oh, dear soul, I peer unto you, My lovely dear soul, You inquire to thee And ravish your hatred upon me. Those thoughts you pour through my head, The ones, you left me for