Precarious - Aborym

I never thought I’d find

a place to hide my fears.

A neon illuminate the pieces of a script.

Seclusion is so warm

for me, myself and I.

The silence eats my skin

and everything I did.

Rusted promises

no morning to define.

I can see the smoke

and I can smell the fire

I’m trying to survive …

I will be fine.