The moon shines on my face
The night darkens
Retired of my thoughts
I can't keep running around this maze
Trapped in these thorny pathways
or maybe I meant my mind
I can't feel the breeze in my hair
Hidden in the corners- him, find
See those eyes - eyes that tell a tale
A tale of how hate killed a child
And she didn't even wail
Those eyes of passion running wild
Passion that kills
passion that cuts
gaps never fill
her eyes shuts
there's a thought in her mind,
masked in goodness- him, find
-Blackthorn
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Well I don't really know how exactly one interprets this poem. It might be different for everyone to be honest.
Personally it's something I wrote about being stuck in a maze with someone that pretends to be good and yet you find them in every corner and crossroad ready to backstab you.
They sometimes lurk in your own shadows.
YOU ARE READING
Orphic Minds
Poetrywho do you reach out to when you're drowning in the depths of your own mind? . . . . just some late night thoughts that I made into poems
