I mask my alarm.
Pain eats away within me.
Blood drips down my arm.
Was that better than the last one? I’m really enjoying this Haiku thing.
I mask my alarm.
Pain eats away within me.
Blood drips down my arm.
Was that better than the last one? I’m really enjoying this Haiku thing.
I am the dark.
I wish I could be honest with myself.
But I am the dark.
I wish I could be free of myself.
But I am the dark.
I wish I could survive myself.
But I am the dark.
I wish I could see the Sun for myself.
But I am the dark.
I am the dark.
The dark.
The dark.
The dark.
I am the dark.
I won an award.
I do not know why or how.
Still, it’s my sword.
My first attempt at a haiku. Did I do it right?
Drops of sunshine dew.
Cling to the nighttime comfort.
Day is pain anew.
I am the soul of the wounded.
I am the darkness of night.
I am the silence of pain.
I am the torture of suffering.
I am the lost.
The dead.
The alone.
I am hopeless.