A poem I wrote

I find myself in a valley dark

Stripped entirely
everything I've held
Entrapped are my belongings.

Thievery in this place that appears
I never thought I'd be recognized here.
Unlawful hollows set up home
And lay down sheets
sucking wounds for drought.
Television sports a quick cure
Feelings replaced by actors on screen
Plastic drama creates temporary relief
dreamers survive on disbelief.

My frozen insides
They cry for warmth again
So pour light onto my hands
My shriveled empty pockets
Begin to fill with media and air
Please pour light onto my hands.

They claim that life is set up this way
No meaning except to make room for toys
and hold them high above your head
There is no place for hearts or lungs
No need to breathe in air anymore
if there is money in your palm
Possession turns our sorrows numb.
Mirrors are the key to success
Attraction is the word of the day
Eyes wander elusively
cutting up strings
ripping from the fingers
of those attached at the ends.

My frozen insides
They cry for warmth again
So pour light onto my hands
My shriveled empty pockets
Begin to fill with media and air
Please pour light onto my hands.

I am not the one in need of medication
The world traded in its chastity

I am not the one in need of medication
The innocence life had to give was taken from me.

I pull my limbs out of dirt
to face the reality
I thought I had one glimmer left
It's all been replaced by greed.

-Kylee Wilkins