The conflagration within myself,
these hidden thoughts I'll never delve.
Tears flowing from my face,
I know I'm a disgrace.
I retreat into the corner,
hoping not to leave a trace.
From across the room I see a mirror;
The one reflected is no longer clear.
Without a delay to the creature I say
« I hope none of you dreams come true »
knowing deep down they are mine too.
The disconnect my heart and mind
from life I have finally resigned.
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Lines of life
PoetryCapturing the bitterness and joy of life one rhyme at a time. Life is not forever, cherish it.
