Madisyn Jones
I love literature.
Madisyn Jones
I love literature.
I love literature.
I love literature.
It was quiet. Accompanied by the arresting scenery that I observed from the other side of the pellucid glass. As the rain plummeted down, creating a tranquil atmosphere, I couldn’t help but ponder what this sweet aroma might be. The scent was sublime, gentle, and foreign. If someone were to explain it to me without my own experience, I simply would have to laugh at the idea.
As I inspected my s...
Beneath the skin’s veil,
our fingertips met.
Minds clashed,
not merely in flesh.
He wore shadows,
I exuded transparency.
Striving to meet each others gaze,
only to be met with darkness.
How could this be?
I had seen him countless times before.
Heard his whispers,
felt his embrace.
Our souls intertwined,
yet his essence eluded me.
I strained to see,
but recognition fled.
The soul before me, a stran...
It is a never ending torment,
A punishment, but for what?
It is day,
But never night.
My eyes yearn for a break from the light.
Never have I wished for darkness,
Yet this retribution has pushed me too far.
In this perpetual daylight,
I find solace in the shadows.
For that is the only way I can maintain my prudence.
And hope to not stumble off too far....
It was as if my eyes were gouged out,
I saw nothing.
I felt the breeze and shadows observing me,
My every move was mimicked by the me I couldn’t see.
I could smell the pain in the air,
I couldn’t distinguish if it was mines or the living world I walked upon.
Nothing seemed tangible,
Just a distant memory.
Something or someone I knew before,
Yet had never met nor felt.
A sense of longing,
To see, ...