My gun lies in the walls of my mind
Trapped
I refuse to let down my doors
Fear of the hell that peeps through
The barred windows
I would rather ignore it, let it fester
Let it grow, nurture for a while
See it's easier to not feel for now
To numb
That's how my flower grows.
How does yours go again?
YOU ARE READING
Bloom.
PoetryA collection of poems and prose from a range of topics. Enjoy! COVER BY: @soundthealarm graphics! Go check them out!
