Opening my mind
Releasing years of torture
Inflicted by my own two hands
The betrayal my soul has seen
Through the damaging of my body
Physically, and mentally
While, emotionally
My soul screams for savor
Only, the clinches of the mind so deeply wound
The soul cannot be heard by words
The soul so dimmed, the mind stopped listening
Leaving dark trails, not seen by the normal eye
Until so black they cannot be hidden.
YOU ARE READING
Pages Turned
Poetry"Just because you had some bad chapters in your life doesn't mean your story can't end well. Turn the page and never look back. " "Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood" T.S Elliot
