I hope he knows (poetry)

I swear,
There’s a ghost in my machine!
Even chaos has routine
I hope he knows how much he means
Perhaps the haunting there is me
These halls are called a labyrinthine
I think we’re both lost equally

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

The darkness makes my heart hurt so I’m going back to nurturing and self-care/isolation

I’m in hell 😩

I don’t know how to communicate with Demons and Demons don’t respect boundaries