Endless smiles and blind solicitude
That cost me all this pain and solitude.
The hopes that were stolen
And the dreams that were forsaken.
Falling in all my flights,
Failing in all my fights.
What I learnt?
The monsters were never under my bed.
They were in the mirrors instead.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Pain and Solitude
PoetryFor every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every per...
