I screamed love me
into empty trenches
and ignored the butterflies
in the meadow.
I climbed mountains
in search for a pill of redemption
that was always sitting
on my bedside stand.
I was never sightless to begin with
but I picked up a blindfold
instead of my glasses
and stumbled in the dark.
I created hell for myself
inside heaven;
all the arrows fell wide off the mark.
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The Truths of a Liar
Poetry"She is sane, no matter how trapped she feels; if anything at least she is braver in pretense." All the poems I upload are written by me over the course of a few years (and still going). Highest Rank 1st April, 2018 - #61 (Not an April fool's joke �...
