In the dark hours of the night,
I lay awake; tormented by a life that never was.
By hopeless longing and painful truths.
My pillow stained by the river of forgotten dreams.
Drowning in them, hoping one day they'll return.
After the shadow has left my heart,
And I no longer feel worthless; my pride returned.
And my sanity, which dances at the fringes of reality,
Playfully pulling deeper into the depths of chaos.
Voices calling, dragging my spirit down.
Reminding me of who I am, what I am.
What am I?
I am unwanted, I am wrong, I am poison.
I am lost within my own mind.
My own world. My own home.
Still they call; whispering to me what I wish to forget,
Enticing me into their cold embrace,
Unable to escape, to leave this nightmare behind.
For they dictate my actions, my thoughts.
They allow me to believe that there is no way out.
Yet each day I call to them, begging.
Leave me be,
Let me lie.
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Poems of my Mind
PuisiThese are a collection of poems that I have written in my spare time and at University. They're in practically chronological order from 2009 - present day (except the first couple) so the most recent updates WILL be more thought-out and poetic. But...
