My mind is foggy,
a place where nobody goes,
the treacherous brick path
leads to my soul.
Watch your step,
for there is little light,
so make sure to bring
something with you, when
strolling at night.
The path is at the crossroad,
marked with cryptic crossbones.
Turn around,
before things get hectic,
for you'll learn that my mind
is somewhat defective.
Make the wrong decision
on trying to pick my brain,
You may lose yourself,
feeling my pain.
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10:57 PM
3/7/20
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The Words I've Never Said
PoesíaA place where I put my soul on display for the world to see. Here's a closer look at the ups and downs of my consciousness. If I could use two words to describe my writing they would be an emotional rollercoaster. My goal is to heal those reading...
