What once was a sanctum
Has now turned a cage.
The darkness lurking around
the periphery of my consciousness.
Waiting for just one little slip
To consume me whole.
I watch the world go by
A silent movie.
Standing inside a bell jar
Numb, unmoving.
Until it's all a blur and memories fade.
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THE AGONIZED MIND
PoetryA short collection of observations and feelings from the eyes of an introvert written in the form of poems. Warning: may be triggering for suicidal or depressed people.
