Walking blind my entire life.
leaving an invisible trail of destruction and pain.
Inside my body, inside my brain.
Running in circles but nothing is gained.
Falling from a cliff,
convinced I’m on an elevator again,
swirling in the clouds that keep filling up my head.
As soon as they clear, I feel a hand.
Instead of helping,
it pulls me deeper,
no chance to scream.
I contort and bend but can’t escape.
Trapped in a state where I will never relate.
Only bob on an invisible line,
like a broken open tea bag in the cup of time.
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.



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