As I walk through this ghost town of memories. I wonder where I lost it all . I ask myself what did I lose ,what did they take ?
To make this temple collapse on my frail frame. All I see among the scattered ruins of each skyscraper and building ..are regret, anxiety , , and heartache. I see new buildings emerging in the distance of the future and possibly the present, but I also see they are already crumbling at their foundation due to my oblivious idiocy to the pain that's right in front of my facaded expression. When I look around I see through the eyes of my emotional turmoil and the bland frigidness of what is caging me or closing me in to this path that destiny says I'm bound to take.
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Manic dumb poems
Poetry. I really love poetry . So it's whatever. This is just some poems all made by me. They are all free verse poems. None of them are the rhyme type.
