I know another world in my head
Stretchers, strollers and hospital beds
People dressed in gowns, white and pale
The shells of humans long gone stale

I know another world that’s in my head
Dust, smoke, gravel and mouldy bread
Gunshots echoing off the walls
Merciless to all desperate calls

I know another world that’s in my head
There’s alleyways and graffiti red
Thieves creeping about, misunderstood
Unreasonably shunned by the neighbourhood

I know another world that’s in my head ...

A bitter cold engulfs the world
As subtly as day turns to night
This storm will not remain unheard
It will crash and thrash and fight

A pack of wolves enter the city
Their howls battering against the surface
Careless, free, devoid of pity
It is clear this world is far from perfect

The clouds spit out bullets from the sky
Each wound is instantly absorbed
To escape, no one would dare even try
Their anger is far from warped
...

“I’m… I’m done with you.”

She blurted out the last word in a choking hiccup. Her face was wet with tears - she’d just been pushed to her breaking point and felt so much emotion washing over her like those huge waves at the beach she couldn’t escape because her feet were stuck in wet sand. She knew it was coming, but didn’t bother to fight it and just stayed in the position she was in. It really did feel...

Prompt: Write a poem using only questions. (by TianEn)

Why do you hold me close to you at night?
Why won’t you let me out of your sight?
Why are you so keen to hold me back?
Why do you always think I’m under attack?

Why do you keep eyes on every friend I make?
And try to convince me all of them are fake?
Why do you always yell “Don’t!” “No!” and “Stop!”
This obsessive attitude, when will...