I lie at the bottom
In the depths of your disgrace
Wish I could tell you
The ordeals you would face
Your soul would bleed
And they will rip you apart
Wish I could tell you
But it is too late to startYou lived in a cage
Seeking freedom never seen
Wish I could tell you
This world is all so serene
You were a mystic dream
Not a never ending nightmare
Wish I could tell you
Now there are people who do careAnd now I deceive you
Calling my feelings enouement..P.S. I didn't mean to write it this dark.. But here you go.
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Serene : A Collection of Poems
Poetry"The pretense of others.. But the truth is deep" As each moment passes by.. I get this tiny bit of existential crisis of what I am and what I am doing and what I am really supposed to do etc etc... So I keep looking for the answers while I write the...