there are more walls
in my mind
than thoughts.
must protect what little I have,
don't let anything slide,
my deepest thoughts,
you may never find.
even I,
in my own mind,
resort to stumbling around
blind
can't risk seeing, reliving.
might let something slip,
nowhere, then, to hide.
maybe,
with my heels, I can use my strength
and grind
everything down to nothing.
start fresh, and break down all that I have built.
YOU ARE READING
enigmatic
Poetryen·ig·mat·ic /ˌenəɡˈmadik/ adjective difficult to interpret or understand; mysterious. Just a collection of my shitty writing I like to call poetry. How unfortunate. (I am also rather edgy and depressed here so tw for some people but I promise I'm a...
