photo_camera by Denis Oliveira on Unsplash
It’s easy to get lost inside these colors
like a liquid dream that never stops bleeding
There is a space in the corner of my mind
that is always empty,
always screaming at me for more
The night lashes out with its stinging tongue
My back is bruised with hues of blacks and blues
that form shapes like nightmares,
like the glorious verse I know I will never write