I'm just a dried ink,
An empty ink pot
With an empty soul
And blood shot eyes
Puffed face
Streaked with spilled mascara.
I'm vacant sleep
With dark horrors
And even darker dreams.
I'm the hate
That drives you
Dooming you to fall
In pit of failure.
I'm the truth
You don't want to face
And I'm mirror
Showing your true face.
I'm the darkness
You can't hide
Because,
I'm within you.
I'm YOU.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Universe
ПоэзияWords describe what you see , feel and touch but poetry describe what you feel , what you can't say , what you can't express ! That's poetry and this is an attempt to define and describe the seen and unseen ! Hope you enjoy it !
