Behind bars is where I stay
Always seeing from third person
Feeling less than nothing
Seeing tears from other eyes
Smiles form my way but none returned
Chains bind my ankles and wrists
Cold bricks pressed against this spine
Death runs through my veins
Words sneer into these ears
Mouth sewn shut
No protests from this mind of mine
Same old, same old.
- - n.s.
Author's Note:
I've never done this before but if you want me to write about something specific, comment it below and I'll try the best I can. (:
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A Glimpse Into My Thoughts
شِعر// sometimes I'm scared to let my mind wander but then I remember that my world can't run without it's creator // ________________________________ Do not steal my poems. If you want to use my poem in your book or as a quote, just ask me first and gi...
