Maybe
Maybe it's the melody of my heart,
that keeps echoing on my mind,
or maybe the excruciating thoughts,
that sometimes are just a lot...
Maybe it's the hurting soul,
that begs for a way out,
a way not so suffocating,
that dries the joy around.
I can't pinpoint exactly what it is.
Is it a curse?
Maybe a blessing?
Probably something in between.
That's not the reality I want to live in,
it's more of a nightmare playing on repeat...
Well maybe life is simply overrated!
Maybe it's nothing, but some glass...
too weak to stand the pressure,
so soft it keeps on being shattered...!
20.04.2020
AnahoJ
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Heart full of Passion
PoetryJust a couple of poems written when the soul had had enough and the only way to calm down, was to get rid of the darkness; Turn it into Words and throw it away onto a white sheet of Paper...!
