The poems I will be posting next are not mine. They are of someone very dear to me who goes by the name "Black". I hope you like the poems <3
CORRUPTED MEMORIES
~Black
Here I sit.
As stone cold and silent as a statue
Thinkin till I no longer can
I wish I wouldn't, I wish I couldn't.
Because every time I do, those corrupted memories break through
Like broken glass scattered and the floor, hurting everybody that stumbles upon it
I try and bottle them up and shove them down deep.
Deep into the deepest, blackest abyss, and lock them in with the key thrown away
But in the end, they always break through.
Poisoning all the good times I have had
Those corrupted malicious memories of mine
Staining the glass red with regret
Those corrupted memories of mine.
YOU ARE READING
Bottomless Pit
PoetryThis is a book of short poems that I occasionally write. They don't really have a specific type, just random emotions that I feel are portrayed here.
