Waiting.
That's what I've been doing.
Waiting.
Until someone notices.
Waiting.
While everyone's lives are renewing.
Waiting.
While everyone focusses
On something I can't see.
Stuck.
I keep listening.
Stuck.
With muffled sounds outside.
Stuck.
Somewhere so imprisoning.
Stuck.
Yet with no place to hide
And no place to be.
Chains.
Hold my heart tightly in my chest.
Chains.
Isolate me from people who care.
Chains.
Keep me from knowing what's best.
Chains.
Restrain me from seeing who's there.
From being with those who could help me.
My mind.
Creates these chains.
My mind.
Shows me how I can get hurt.
My mind.
Is tainted with lies making stains.
My mind.
Let's me view people at their worst.
And watch this haze blindly.
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The power of emotions
PoesiaThis is a poetry book: some are positive, some are negative and some unintentionally turn out deep and/or spiritual because that's part of me. I'll try to make as many poems as possible positive though :) I'll add to this whenever I feel like it an...
