With my throat filled with pins and needles
I voice out my words of struggle
Staring straight at her eyes filled with anger
I desperately try to hold on
With her voice comes out black smoke
Black smoke and the sound of the judges mallet
Guilty
You are guilty
My thoughts muddle with images of pain
My knees give out,
Waiting for my demise
A hand holding a weapon of choice
Emotions with words of anger embedded in it
I close my eyes
The word
Ungrateful
stabs my heart
White fog hisses out
Another piece of my soul flows out
Another spot to fill up with illusions
Illusions of a happy life with my mother
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Tears Of A Confused Soul // Poems
PoesíaI don't speak for you, I don't speak of societal truths I speak for myself, I speak of my truths My heart is mine. My Poems. not much to it. No specific genre, just my mood in that moment and time. Since it has to do with my moods, I may not post...
