In exchange for these shackles
This bondage in form of chains
Could I find myself
If I'm entrapped inside my brain
Words echoing all around
Exposing and enshrouding
Would I lose myself
If my own shadow I was doubting
I'm a person-less shadow
Bound to walls and floors
I'm a fireless smoke
Seen through cracks and doors
I'm identified by my
need for identity
A bottomless pit
Screaming whispers of an entity
Lucid dreams
Sleep paralysis
Schizophrenic visions
With no analysis
If I think aloud
And scream in silence
Could muffled cries
End the violence...
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Maybe I'm Just Getting Older
PoetryLove, anxiety, hope, fear, identity, and pain are all things that we experience while growing up. This is a collection of poetry from my personal experience being a teenager and some poems about books I have read. Feel free to critique my poetry or...
