On the cliff-side
I hear the roar of the waves,
and howl of the winds
Telling me,
I am a disgrace.
I dip my toe into the sea,
No, it's too deep.
Taking a step back,
I gather the memory bricks,
Stacking them up,
To make a tower,
Like a quick fix.
There is a calmness inside,
Away from the tumultuous tides,
and tempestuous hurricane, I hide.
Shutting my mouth,
I try to silence
the turmoil inside.
For its all shiny and bright
In the world outside.
There aren't any ears
For the suffocated screams
Inside my mind.
YOU ARE READING
Inside The Spiral
PoetryOne of the best ways to let the turmoil inside your head is to write. At least for me. Here's a collection of poems, some are sad, some have hope, some are just me trying to figure out why. Okay, almost none of them have hope. But eh.