The remains.

I mostly don't write when there is a lot in my mind, and I go into writers block afterward. This reminded me of the first poem I wrote after a major writers block about five years ago.
This poem truly depressed me because at that time I believe I was depressed. I dont know how to explain it, so I wont ramble. I was faced with a fear that I've always been insecure about. Reading this again made me write this:

Her pulsing heart was their toy
they spun it between their toes,
as they watched her grasping
on the last ray of light.

Their teeth pierced
deep into her brain,
they devoured her insides
slowly preyed on her.

This poem is really powerful! Thank you for sharing'

Standing on a vast land of emptiness wondering who and what will sniff our hidden feelings or where we can bury it...all is lost and left with what remains....that's my take. Deep ...

I will try my best to come back and leave a proper comment!!
Right now Im overwhelmed and I have no words.