You're alone
Entering the bane
Becoming prone
It's inhumane
Why are you scared?
Why are you running?
You can't be spared
From what is coming
You can't see
Through this darkness
You're not free
You are feckless
It's coming back to you
Tragic mental reconstruction
This is what's true
An emotional destruction
Seeking for answer
Without a question
It's a cancer
There's no confession
An unreal reality
Silent mental scream
But it isn't a fantasy
It's bursting at the seams.
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A World Of My Own
PoetryWhen in a world full of colors, some disgusting, some beautiful, you only see black. Being equal, and equally significant in the spectrum or law but everything you do and everything you thing think creates prosperity to everything; beautiful or...
