The Chaos inside me,
Lays down,
Another pile of questions,
Questions with no answers,
Just scribbled pages,
Some half torned,
Some shabbily crumbled,
Some neatly folded.
The world says,
Go find them,
But little do they know,
About the battle,
Between me and my spirit,
We fight everyday,
To see who wins,
And surprisingly,
We lose everyday.
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3am Chaos!
PoetryThoughts that challenge us, discourage us, make us question ourselves and haunt us . Let's talk about it . Let's know them and fight over it. This is just the first part of 3am Chaos . Hope you all like it!
