I saw heaven, but it's been always hell
I strayed from my path to ring your bell
no matter how much time nor seasons pass
you are always locked in that house of glass
heart of ice and eyes soo damn cold
even with the slightest glimpse
you turn all into empty mold
I tried to break the crystal walls
but only managed to break my fragile bones
through the glass, I'd seen you cry and scream
realizing it was all just your wicked scheme
I no longer curse myself
for leaving you in that cell
I hope you rot in there
forever in your seethrough hell
YOU ARE READING
A Dimming Mind
PoetryA preview of a few poems from A Dimming Mind poetry collection. - I've pondered various ways to describe this book, but none felt right. It's not your conventional book-it's a collection of memories, my memories gathered over the years. The first po...
