Neverland

Where do I belong?

The ones I called mine

vanish into night like whispers—

strangers cloaked in fading light.

Shadows stretch long and thin,

melting into the horizon

As my gaze blurs

with memories—

distant, yet sharp as thorns.

They live close to the heart,

a heart sealed in ice,

Frozen from too many bruises,

too many cuts

from warmth that turned to frost.

How close must the sun crawl

to thaw these glassy walls?

Where do I go

when even Love plays

hide and seek in the Dark?

You—

there,

then gone.

A flicker. A game.

Are we all just teasing ghosts

trapped in our own longing?

Maybe it’s time to say fuck it all—

to climb the hills no one dares,

to bleed on mountaintops

and laugh with the wind.

Until we meet again, my love—

in this world

or the next...

~Passionate Psychiatrist