As the voices in my head scream,
I tell myself it's just a dream.
Trying hard to console,
With the lies I enroll.
Maybe I did fool the world,
But what about my heart that had curled?
I stand at the cliff ready to bid the world goodbye,
But then I turn back and ask, "why should I?"
YOU ARE READING
Poet's dream
Poetry"Poems are to soul what music is to the heart" -unknown Some passing through which were penned down.