Demon
I can see no windows or doors
Or a streak of light in a peep hole
I can see no faces but I can hear voices
I can hear voices of angry souls
They want to rip apart my broken soul
I hear cries of sobbing child
Like asking for help but my hands are tied
I hear torments, I hear scream
I hear loud noises and metal clanging
I hear them and it faded
I wiped my tears and forget it happened
I smiled ear to ear like nothing happen
I walked out of the room
Hid all my inner demons.
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Miss Heartstrong
BINABASA MO ANG
Shadows
PoetryThis is a poetry collection that consists of the things we keep hidden from the world. Each poem strives to speak out the things we wish we could freely speak. Through this work, I hope everyone could find their own channel to express their own shad...