The cottage- Vincent van Gogh
image via vincentvangogh.org
here i am, standing alone
a house but no longer a home
days passed and continue to go
with light streaming through blurry windows
some days i felt full but never whole
my only visitor is a faceless entity all of my own
clouds shroud my skies like the veil of the widow
in the gloom, we are always together, bonded closer than skin and bone
you come to me in every moment, yet i am always alone
i sit in the dusk, holding a hand that was long ago lost to mold
the one that has been there all along
in the prison whose keys that i hold, although i am locked in this same world
here i am, standing alone
a house but no longer a home
the trees i climbed, blur into the sky i loved
they melt into swirls of darkness that i no longer know
my only friend, the nightmare of my own, it never goes
without a face, its eyes my mind still holds
they watch me like i used to watch the starry night above
it is torment, to be all alone with nothing but a gaze like those
is it an inferno i deserve? a well-earned chill down my bones?
this hand holds mine day after day
i realize it is not a friend or a foe
for this grasp that feels like the harshest hold
it is my own
because i have always stood alone
the dark things in my head, they fill this broken home
by Faith Castillo
Faith Castillo is a junior at New Mexico State University. She is double majoring in Justice, Political, Philosophy, and Law and English. Castillo plans on attending law school after she graduates. During her downtime, Castillo enjoys different types of creative writing, art, and caring for her chickens. Additionally, Castillo has fun balancing the duties of the Din Poetry Editorial Board.
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