escape
down a darken path
following my inner child
deafening screams carried by the wind
alone with him
I touch myself to feel alive
overcome by darkness
bare branches
burnt from the wind
reaching, reacting to me
black clouds
bleed red, like blood
horrors created by
my inner child’s mind
where is this place
this place is me
craig smith
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-place-is-me/
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