If I shut the lights
And blew the candles
I assume that death
Shall follow
Every shadow.
I'm not antisocial
Nor a xenophobe
But your whole existence
Is based on a probe
Which purpose is
To disassemble
Hope.
I just watch and gather
And I'm not interested in your anger
Rather
I would like to see you tremble
Fractured into pieces
Like broken mirrors-
Infinite versions
Of your insignificant selves.
So if I caught your attention
It means their is a pain in your noggin
But do not worry
Everything is temporary
Meaning that the burden which you carry
Should be left behind
And thought about it barely
Until it fades into the void
Entirely.
YOU ARE READING
Poems Vol 02 - Shadows.
PoetryA collection of psychological, psychoanalysis, emotional and shadow self oriented poems.
