Start. Poem by emily mackay

Start.

Screams of empitness
A hollow echo mind
Numbers and figers
Mixed up you would find

Texture of nothingness
Hits a blinded spot
A dark minded thought
Hurts inside alot

Soft skilled skin
Shakes my unsteady hand
Whispers and moments
Drift away as fast as sand

Tears surround
My swallon eyes
Caught up in darkness
concluded by blue skies

Tender heart renched hurt
Catches my pain in two
Consumed through hollowness
Unknown to you

Unable to address
The Breath taking dawn
Unscattered ashes inside
No line to be drawn

Fall gently to the hard floor
Alone in hurt and pain
Tick tock tick tock
Time to get up and start again.