By the world she was confined,
Yet by her was the world released.
She would remember all of nothing,
Whilst memory of herself decreased.
Come day her lips would smile,
Come night they scream in fear.
Desperate to touch the hearts of others,
But enough she was no where near.
Her screams morphed to fictional laughs,
Registered by none as pain.
And none she told as to not be a burden,
Once released, back the world came.
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Uncertain Certainty of Midnight Thoughts.
PoetryAll my best thoughts come to me wrapped in the silence of the night. They, like the stars, can only be seen and documented when the world sleeps and the sky is black.
