Drifting Off...

By Rithija

I wish to be confined to my room; my space

Soothing darkness spread over

Shedding limelight upon the floating thoughts,

That know no bounds.

To put them onto a piece of paper?

Too little place to hold them in.

This urge to drown in them,

To sink into nothingness,

To numb the surroundings and lose myself

Inching up high

I’m left alone with the dreadful memories,

Recasting themselves over and over again.

They seem to not understand

When to stop torturing my tired self.

By Rithija