I pulled my hair when it left me perplexed
Cause I can't compose words
My breath raced along with my heart
As I can't fill in the blanks
The feelings that I can't describe
The frustration that I can't define
Billions and trillions of words
Different languages and forms
Dialects, signs and mixed phrases
Yet I can't find one that fits the empty space
Empty space that puzzles my conscious mind
Gritted teeth and clenched fist
The unknown can't be found
My vocabulary is too narrow for these
It was above surface level
And it was the hardest riddle for me
That it left me speechless
YOU ARE READING
Broken Pieces Of A Mirror
PoetryThis is a book of poems about the broken souls and the weary hearts. The one's who seeks for revenge and the one's who want to voice their hatred and judgements. The one's who are afraid, frustrated, disappointed and felt worthless.
