An insummountable weight presses on my conscience
So heavy, I feel as though I may be crushed.
But if you look
And I have tried
It cannot be seen
To the naked eye
It crushes my heart
And pummels my mind
To dust.
And confuses the two's connection.
Perfection.
Correction.
Affection.
A trio of forces
Pressing further the weight I bear.
And my reward?
Naught I see but empty days and empty nights.
Hours spent shedding the pointless tears.
In silence they fall.
In painful silence.
Ignored.
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Poems of my Mind
PoetryThese 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...
