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Writer's pictureSydney Woods

Updated: Aug 6, 2019

I've only just scaled the walls

of my old prison yard


It's okay I don't have to go on the run,

once you find your way out

you're allowed,

even encouraged,

to be free


Once you're out you know you have to

find a way to never go

back in


It was visits with my strategists

who helped me plan my escape,

I could never have done it by myself

I was numb from it

I was dumb from it

I was useless


You can hardly blame us,

the prisoners,

that place consumes your soul--

we were ghosts in there


Being a ghost haunts you,

you see,

you haunt yourself


But getting your soul back is hard

because you can't fight anyone while your made of mist

you can't get it back

because you can't even grip reality


To escape you have to remember what your soul looks like

Because you'll have to fight for custody


Even though you swore to never go back,

you have to return to that dark, dingy place

to make your case in court

you have to face the ghostly jury


My friends tell me about my soul

and what it looks like

because I've actually forgotten

How could I have forgotten?


I'm confident I'll win my case

I've got sunshine on my side

I've got guides on my side

I've got myself on my side




Writer's pictureSydney Woods

I'm blue

who are you?

\

I can't tell you more

about myself

while I wear this label

\

It takes over my

world

it claims my sunshine,

even the sky is blue

\

Me has been lost to

the venom,

I'm numb

\

You could amputate my heart,

it's frost bitten anyway

\

It's not been months,

it's been years

\

Literally,

as well as figuratively

\

The only comfort

comes from external

stimuli

\

once they pass my lips

they no longer have meaning,

lost to the void

\

Friends don't want me around

anymore

\

So find me in my room

joining the void by subjecting

myself

to it in sleep

\

If you're asleep,

only

your dreams can reach you

\

But I don't dream anymore,

cut off



Writer's pictureSydney Woods

I only want you

to be

happy


To see you grinning

Cheshire cat like

up in the sky


Stars for eyes

mouth made of crescent moon


I would never claim to own you

before I even know you


The Clash on repeat

I get it


But turn it off for a moment

understand my predicament


I'd tell you to stay

but what do I know?


I'm a slow learner with new languages

when they don't come with a translation guide


Maybe

you could show me your ways?

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