Twist Poem by Kelvin Stone

I sit with heavy heart whilst thoughts run through the dark shrouded areas of my mind, Thoughts that take my heart and squeeze it like a stockbroker squeezes a stress toy. Manipulating memories to form monsters that devour the empathy that I feel for others. Twisted shapes and shadows closing in clouding my dreams and aspirations, it all seems hopeless…………

The black moth ridden cloak of death plagues my life upsetting the level headedness of which I have come to rely upon, salted droplets roll over the time withered ridges of my face to end up as pools of discontent on the cold stony floor of my soul. I pray for a guiding light to devour this loneliness and to show me the way to euphoria but all this is, is a whisper that falls on the ears of deaf angels.

Take my hand, as I am ready to fall into the endless night, rip my soul into fragments of history that may show others the way. Send my thoughts through these corridors of darkness and collect my tears to quench the fires of that dark heart that beats at the core of our being. Through my pain feel well, through my tears feel joy and through my fear feel safe, as I am the soul of a million broken dreams and all I can offer you is hope.