"What drives me mad?"
The sound of silence slowly wakes me up
Where darkness spreads like raindrops
The sound of silence drives me mad
Where Death whispers me so bad
From my mistakes He calmly say
To my regrets He loudly spoke and play
Filled my thoughts with darkness
Turning slowly into being emotionless
Drowned by deep thoughts He gave
Without expecting anyone to be saved
I suddenly stood up without effort
Seeing those eyes felt blank and empty
01/10/2019 4:57 P.M.
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Amateur Works
PoetryThese works are purely made from an amateur and aspiring poet. These were made straight from ideas and thoughts which are assembled into a fresh poem. I am clearly open to any critiques that can possibly make my works improve.
