Sometimes the secrets of the world are as dark and unclear as a crow flying through the midnight skies
The clouds in the middle of the sky which are dark and grey are like the world's many lies
A dark-colored bird flying through the darkest time of day
Resembles these mental games in our minds that we play
Our minds all hold secret vaults which contain our deepest, darkest secrets
We all hold the key to it, we can choose who to give it to,
Who to trust.
Everyone has that dark vault in our minds which we only entrust to those who we choose
Maybe in the end if we don't trust anyone, it's our mind who will lose.
Like I said, nothing in the world is made clear.
But, if you listen with your ears and your heart,
The world is quiet here.
A/N:My inspiration for this poem is the book and Netflix series, A Series of Unfortunate Events.
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PoetryJust a book filled with poems and thoughts that enter my mind when I'm at my most vulnerable state.
