I stare at flashbacks of memories,
as I close my eyes,
those I can't bring back this time,
cause I believed there's stars which die,
It's meaningless how I want them today and just gaze at them in my world of imagination,
well, maybe I forgot there's no button to replay,
There's no good memory I gotta pick,
I became an ice cube, cold, and sick.
They came through in silence,
To show me mental violence,
The speed of flashbacks
is a harder physics,
I don't understand
the sad plot I'm setting,
I miss the times I said
I was kidding, with a genuine laugh.
I used to live,
nowadays I just try to escape like a rat.
It's no lame my situations played as animals,
It's the power to overcome a phenomenal.
YOU ARE READING
the nowhere of believers.
PoesieThis book speaks to people who suffered from the lovely little things, The little things that may slowly destroy us, wether it's before, now, or after. And keep us numb, instead of ignoring all the strength we could have inside. to people w...
