In times of distress, what is your cure?
When everything's gone, are you still sure?
Or are these demons sitting around,
the only company you have found?You close your eyes and hear them shout
Calling out your flaws, and then you'd doubt
Are you more than what they have declared?
Leaving you would make them cold and baredSo they sleep with you in the night
Whispering, snickering, playing with your light
They crawl up your spine and bury their claws deep
under your skin and those scars would be yours to keepNow listen to me, are you content?
With them eating you up and leaving you spent?
With them pushing you around
until your soul could never be found?
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...