The endless depth in my poetry,
The words simple as someone's tongue,
So transparent not so competing to be Poetry,
Just the creations belong to mad people's dorm,
But it's been ages since I hadn't found my dorm,
Would people in my dorm actually love this dormitory of Poetry?
Wander where these unparallel began?
And where would they end?
But it's so unreal to think,
I'm not the one to be the global icon,
Had my dreams been so high,
Or am I just high out of my delusion?
That my words remain so lowly enough to not to be able to reach that sight,
These efforts seems like unending edges of thorns,
Where I'm walking, writing, suffocating and dying,
But don't worry I had this dorm to keep me warm.
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The Mad People's Dorm
Poetry"Mad People's Dorm" is a heartfelt collection of poetry that takes you deep into the emotions and thoughts of someone battling anxiety, betrayal, and inner turmoil. Each poem is a window into a mind that has faced darkness and is striving to find li...
