The darkest corners
In the shadows of my mind
Make me so afraid
Dust hangs from webs like
Suicide victims decayed
My hidden, lost mind
I fear its return
I fear what it may reveal
The person inside
If I could, or would
Imprison my nightmare self
Would I lock that door?
Or does fear abject
Keep inner demons at bay?
I wish I could know
The darkest corners
Of my inner, darkest thoughts
Await their releaseDo you have dark thoughts? A so called 'imp of the perverse' that whispers to you, telling you to do things you know you shouldn't, or darkening your thoughts? Dragging your optimism down and strangling it?
To a certain extent, this is a part of everyone. We all, I think, have thoughts we're not proud of. Whether we act on them or not is a different thing.
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Pieces of Me
PoetryPoetry can give an insight to the soul of the writer. Or the reader. Poetry can touch on the feelings you don't want to admit to, and those you wish you could celebrate. On life. On time. On what it is to be you. Here's Pieces of Me, a poetic intros...