The ritual

I’m not sure I can handle this
Confusion is all around
Tears streaming down your face
The omnious clouds
Fills the shadow and windy places
I paint with red crayons
Rhythm and texture
The pale healer of riddles
I can handle this
I can handle this to

#poetry

The sound of the siren resonated across the water
Fluctuating
Like waves on
The shimmering lake
You are calling me
Whirling
Beckoning
I have no regrets
I am not ashamed
I embrace my nothingness

#poetry