Poetry by Craig Hunter ( . . )
Notes: Loki liked to write poetry inside my head, here's the result.
I don't know the real me.
A shadow.
A lone cloud.
An upside-down sea.
That ghost is me.
Changing outside, but the same inside.
My face an illusion.
What is my life worth?
The truth is transcending
Every lie I tell.
Why lie when the truth is the easier path?
I feel like I'm going, going...
Too far gone.
Feeling as though the mirror lies,
but I know it can't.
Drip, drop, I cry.
Tears falling relentlessly.
Hear my tears.
Feel my pain.
Knowing home would hold no substance
or meaning to me.
Doors would be slammed in my face.
Nothing but pain in my tomorrow.
Pain cries and I listen.
It asks, "Why can't
people care more about me?"
Enough for me to be free to follow
what I wish...