an empty world outside
i sit, a prisoner,
my thoughts, the jailer
a silent world outside
no sounds but the clashing,
scraping of my thoughts
an outlined world outside
what is real;
you? us?
an unsure world inside
answers
i do not know
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poetry
Şiiri enjoy writing poetry hope you like it note: the chapters with videos are meant to be read while listening to the music that inspired it disclaimer! some of the poems are depressing and sad, for those i tap into the sad parts of my brain but i'm ov...
