I woke up.
I leave my box. Then I enter a new box.
These are like many rectangular boxes aligned like a snake.
It brings me there.
I enter a new box. classroom.
It's a box of fear. There's only fear there.
Then I take the boxes again and I come back to where I was.
Then next day starts again it's everything like a jail. I gotta enter the boxes again.
The whole day my thoughts and feelings are like an imaginary prison.
The same jail everyday. It feels like a mini hell.
I hate this life.
I hate this life.
There's just no love. Only me and my thoughts.
Just me and my fear, just me pushing everyone away.
By Nassim Fliti
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volume 3 The ink that never stops,and friends
PoetryThis poetry book will be fill with not only a couple of my poems.but poems from my friends,who share the same passion as me.there will be some poems like, love,pain,happiness,darkness and even some poems that some may have experience in life or have...
