Tuesday, 26 January 2016


This is the first time in a while I managed to write a poem. I decided to share it with you. Enjoy.


Disfigured beings
march the street
featureless faces
blending in.

Limbs slowly melt, in
to torso,
dragging bodies,
sinking feet.

They slowly fall down
one       by      one.
Melting figures merge
with the road.

Gravel fills their lungs,
they're gone. 
As if they never

A humanesque shape
Inhales my soul.

No sight
no life
no feeling

no fight
no worth
no meaning

we march
we blend
we're empty

we melt
we merge

Thanks for reading, I'll leave you with the quote below. Kayleigh x

'To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all' - Oscar Wilde.