I don't know what's been growing
In the corner of my mind
The sharp thorns start consuming
All the walls I've torn down inside
I look down and I notice
How they've grabbed hold of my toes
And maybe if I shake them off
I will be left alone
But now I'm looking down again
As they climb over my feet
I rip them from their roots
And then shake myself free
But there's no place for running
In the boxed room of my mind
So now the thorns are coming
Climbing up my legs and spine
Digging in the sharp blades
And my thoughts poison and cry
"We want help"
"We need help"
"We need someone please"
But how can I escape this weed
When I can't know who planted the seeds
How can I ask someone else
When I don't know myself
And so the thorns keep growing
With their dark and evil spines
And they continue growing
Until I reside inside
This armor of thorns
From which I can not run
For a single movement
Could cause my mind to fill it's lungs
The scream which ended long ago
I now feel is close to free
What has happened to me now
Which made my mind so dark
What has happened in my mind
And why won't the darkness stop
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Poems of Death
Poesía***TRIGGER WARNING*** Feel close to death? Maybe you're not quite as close as you think. These are poems I wrote for me and people I love; some were gifts and others are just my thoughts. These are my own words and images. Although this is for mysel...
