All these echoes in my head.
Screaming shouting wishing
me dead.
Pulling ,pushing
me forward and back
Hoping to give me the courage
I lack.
Scaring the soldiers that hide on my shoulders.
To Make My Suffering and Born them a New
There are echoes in me and echoes in you.
YOU ARE READING
concrete
PoetryThis is my poetry.....alot of its dark however. And for the people who are insane enough to handle a trip into my mind palace....so ya
