In the gallery of my life, toxic frames,A portrait of chaos, playing dangerous games.Ties that bind, unravelling my peace,It's time to cut them off, find my release.
Silencing the noise, in my mind's retreat,Snipping ties, feeling the heartbeat.In the quiet echoes, where the turmoil cease,I'm cutting them off, finding mental peace.
Snip, snip, cutting ties, setting free,In the quest for peace, I choose to be.No more shadows, no more chains,I'm cutting them off, releasing the reins.
Toxic whispers, like a haunting song,A melody of chaos, playing all along.I'll rewrite the lyrics, find a new lease,Cutting them off, embracing inner peace.
In the silence, where the calm finds lease,Detangling knots, seeking mental peace.In the solitude, where the whispers cease,I'm cutting them off, finding sweet release.
In the canvas of my mind, a fresh start,Painting over wounds, healing my heart.Letting go, like a gentle breeze,I'm cutting them off, finding mental peace.
In the garden of connections, some weeds to prune,A sanctuary of peace, like a tranquil dune.With every snip, a burden lifted, a soul at ease,I'm cutting them off, embracing mental peace.
In the clarity, where the storm clouds cease,Carving my path, seeking inner peace.In the echoes of freedom, where worries decrease,I'm cutting them off, finding sweet release.
As the scissors fall, like a gentle rain,A symphony of peace, a serene refrain.In the silence, where the turmoil cease,I'm cutting them off, finding lasting peace.
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Deemed To Be
PoesíaDive into the pages of 'Deemed To Be' a poignant and thought-provoking poetry collection that delves deep into the dark underbelly of the modern education system. Through evocative verses and vivid imagery, this book explores the often unspoken, tox...
