Hark!Hark! the demons on your head are whispering
Aren't you gonna stop them?You want overthinking?
I said no!they aren't my demons!
I don't know them;
Howbeit, they still whispering!
How can I stop them?
Me,and myself besieging you,how to stop the scream on my head!
But,my mind said;I will stop talking to you whereas I couldn't find the real me.
I, bedeviled about my mind's eye, is it true?
I don't know myself when I'm talking to you?
Then,I realized one thing; I'm so mislaid whereas,my soul is not unto you.
I'm unto worldly things again.
They're whispering because they knew I'm lost.
They whispering because I'm a recreant.
Ps,I already posted this poem on IG, month of November.
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When Tounge Can't Speak
PoetryA masterpiece of mine;where I can't speak and my hands are shaking to write what's going on my mind.
