5th day of July 2020
Perplexed Night
by yours truly
It was that night
Gripping the pen so tight
Without a touch of tint on the paper
Figuring something I wish it's more clearer.
Here I am shooking my head many times
Was it the memories I want to write or the lies?
Yet I can't even hit the core I want to point
Words even sound vague after it was composed
I collapsed when a blood spilled on the floor.
I woke up in a white four-cornered room
I felt the wound and I can't even stood
Stabbing myself a pen, it didn't kill me
It was overthinking that unsettled me terribly.
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La Poésie
PoesíaThoughts stuck in a jar, Let the emotion be the star, A mighty pen as a sword, Let fight the battle using your words. This work is filled by different poems with different possessed emotions and indeed, dedicated to different people with different p...
