People spend their whole lives
Endlessly trying to
Reach it
Falling over and over
Each time they get back up
Can we ever reach it
They yell
Imperfections yell back
Only when you stop trying so hard
No one listens to their imperfections
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Thoughts
PoetryThoughts Traps that linger Holding us hostage inside Our own mind Using us, driving us to insanity, to Gouge our eyes out Hoping something could release us from This- this trap our own mind a maze of Sins, waiting to be let out Poetry helps me ease...
