On the panel of justice, she puts herself
Every encounter, every happening,
Making her want to pull herself
In the dark dungeons of overthinking.
Sitting on her bed, two twenty am
She stares at the void In the air.
Something right, everything wrong
Which move right, which step wrong.
Eventually,
Nothing is dysfunctional on the outside
Everything full of cheery smiles and confident strides;
But when u look inside, A mess of papers lays untouched.
Lots of scribbles, lots of colours,
Stories starting good, but taking u-turns.
"What? A mess." Says her brain.
"What a mess!" Says her heart.
Papers full of her glory days
Of 'good' people who went away,
But still live rent free in her head
Giving birth to unanswered questions.
"You are to blame!" Says the devil.
"You are to blame!?" Asks the Angel.
Who was to blame was still a question
Was still a battle...
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From my Heart's Attic
Poetry'From my Heart's Attic' is an ad-lib, a collection of poems. This book was born from the whispers of my heart. Each poem carries pieces of love, guilt, healing, and hope. From my attic of thoughts to your hands; I hope you find a part of yourself h...
