Escape
I need to find mine
I'm lost; consumed in anger; trapped.
Where?
You may ask.
But an answer is yet to be found.
A flame.
Black, blue, orange and red.
It burns, boils my blood.
Holding it, trapping it within my mind.
My words one large colossal collision.
Scrambling; stuttering; scattered
And then
Silent.
Nothing
Was said, heard, smelt, touched nor even tasted.
I had fled
and to the heavens I went.
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The Ways in Which We Think
PoetryA collection of poems, thoughts and outburst that I have written in hopes to reassure those who are unsure about living, each piece is about a certain aspect of my life and as a person who struggles with both emotional and mental health issues I wan...
