Sitting over silence
I found lost in nightmares,
Cried in tears and swallowed in whining.
A closed room with four mirrors surround it,
And the reflection of deception were fighting.
A finger dig across the mirror of greed,
Anger and hate were being fed,
hiding my worst fear,
the mirrors broke bleeding blame out of my fist.
Broke in thousand and one pieces,
Where started the chaos under my feet.
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State of Mind
PoetryState of Mind its a book of poems that is based on the state of mind of the author and related people to him. Do you know what a suicidal person or an isolated person feels? Or even a person with chronic depression? it was written to touch the dark...
