I would gladly strip my skin bare
And expose my flesh,
If it can steal my mind,
From the demons,
and ghosts inside my head.
I would beg to
Free my soul
From the prison,
I made myself,
Without keys to open the lock,
I'd force every inch of my power,
Even if my body
Crumbles into pieces,
Nothing's more important
Than to see from
the blinding shadows,
Restraining my feet to step.
I should've listened to some of their advice
Then, I would've not been in this
hell.
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Poetry of the Soul
PoesiaOur soul is like an ocean full of deep secrets, hidden fears, demons, and angels lurking at the depth of our being. If eyes are the window of the soul, then where would be the door? ------------------- Collection of poems, words left unsaid, words...
