Nothing is simple.
There is no way around it.
There is no escape.
Just like that pimple.
There is no exit.
It will come when least expected.
It will chase you and hunt you down.
It will haunt you.
The broken mirror shows true purpose.
That nothing is simple.
And nothing is broken.
It's all in you're mind.
Everything's fine.
But you guess wrong.
Just as you think you are not strong.
You're hope is falling.
Into nothingness.
You again pick yourself back up.
You think you've done it.
You're right.
It is all in your MIND.
YOU ARE READING
Taken
PoesíaPoems I have put In time to think about. They are both negative and positive. They have meaning. They maybe ones I believe strongly about and you don't believe in them that's fine.
