I hate being broken.. because I feel like I'm stuck on a painful pause...
Unable to move on to the next scene.. the next moment in time...
It's almost like I'm trapped in the labyrinth of my sick mind...
I go down every side track and side road.. rewalking path after path...
Just to end up on the main road again; only this time a bit more lost.
Constantly searching and seeking for a way out.. for an exit.
Out of these corrupt moments and fragmented memories at any cost...
The secret is: there is no escape route.. no path leading to the exit...
I'm forever trapped in my mental maze...
YOU ARE READING
The Hidden Darkness
PoetryI honestly don't know what to put here.. I decided to write a book, and so I wrote these poems. I know that they aren't very good, but at least I tried.. right?? 😅😅😅
