Inside

Inside by Bob W Christian

I want to climb
Inside your head,
Experience how
You saw things,

When you said
You’d had enough
Of this world, and
Wanted to leave it.

The lights, sounds,
Neurotransmitters
Shimmering; flashing
Inside of your brain.

The deafening silence
Inside this place
Swallows all of your
Screams for help whole.

It’s an Unbearable
Emptiness. Just one
Slip, and you could fall
Back into its deep abyss.

In this loneliness,
I thought you could
Use a hand, to grab
You when you’re falling.

(C)BobChristianpoetry
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About Bob W Christian

I’m Bob Christian; a husband, father, grandfather and cat dad. I’m a dyslexic poet. I am on the Autism Spectrum and I started writing poetry, or scribbles as I’ve always referred to them, to help me to process my thoughts and emotions. It’s also helped with my PTSD. It’s gone from there and after over 20 years is still going strong, I’m now finally dabbling in to photography as I’ve been told I have a good eye.

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