Poem #1
Consuming
It is what rules inside me
making my head spin
the time subsiding
grosome endings to my story
the only thing I see
mind games are played
as I try to find my way
collecting it inside
no one knows that I feel as if I have died
in the end it always wins
making me loose all that I need to begin
for fear is always consuming me from the inside
there is no were left to hide
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