Back again
From the fear.
Mechanically inclined
To feel broken wires
Electrocute my brain.
To see shadows,
To see darkness
In the room.
Back again
From the simulation.
Humanly inclined
To cry at my life
Because it's so broken.
I see nothing.
I see flickers
In my soul.
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning To The End
PuisiI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
