A castle nestled in a mountain of thorns
is likely to become shrouded
in a blanket of mist made of simple thoughts
until thoroughly overcrowded.
Ensnared in the mirror-like fog, at last,
the assassin will step forward
and drown the king in inky black
'til by his thoughts he's tortured.
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Ghostwriter
PoetryLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
