“Untitled” by Michal Mitchell

Could I dance with you?

Or will you leave me all alone.

At that time I wept and crept right underneath your skin,

I forgot to tell you.

That every time you came across my mind,

I scratched you out until you felt my pain,

Because I couldn’t let you in,

Into my mind of sorrow weeps,

And pity self to sleep,

My mind must have killed you.

I wish you could’ve been the one,

To save me from my demons,

My brain washed and roughly sunken through,

My wasted memories,

I tormented with my mind,

Distorted every time,

I wished you were there to see me through,

Because I cannot save myself without you.

Tell me, do you still think of me?

I wish not out of fear or pity,

Because I hoped, you wouldn’t care,

If I fell into despair,

Because it’s not what I’m used to,

And if I feel comfort I’ll dream to see it through,

That’s why reluctantly, I let my dreams,

Turn to nightmares.

But would I ever really dare, to take that dance, for I just stare,

Eyes is all I’ve ever seen,

The ones from nightmares, not of dreams.

“10 Minute Poetry” is my own weekly poet’s game; one in which I write an original piece of poetry, with nothing but a given title, in ten minutes.