Last night i summoned my demons
Except i didn't
They came an announced
Last night i denounced God
Call it blasphemy
It is what it is
Last night i drowned
In an ocean of thoughts
Questioning every single thought
Except last night is every night
Every night in search of purpose
A reason to be proud
When demons don't and applaud
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The Truth
PoetryThe Truth is a series of thoughts or things you cannot admit out-loud. A pill/pills for your soul from the reality you surely do not understand or you are afraid to face. Find your solace in either of the poems bearing in mind " Your truth is mine, ...
