S ometimes my mind is a mess
A nd I'm aware that I'm on the
V erge of all this distress
E very thing and nothing makes sense..
U nsettling thoughts fill my head and I'm
S orry tor complaining; but my minds a mess..
F acts are useless against these 'visions'
R ealism is something I cannot vanquish
O ur screams of thoughts aren't loud enough
M anipulation makes us realize we'll never be tough
O ur mind keeps fighting
U seless wars that we've already created
R abid soldiers yell out,
S creaming and pleading for a release that doesn't
E nd as death
L ives are lost and what was once
V alleys is now just an
E ndless graveyard, burying the
S ilent dead
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A/N: here's another. It was supposed to rhyme all the way through but sometimes plans don't work out, and that's okay, just keep going, following whatever leads the way
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My Poetic Nothing
PoetryYou ever feel like you just need to write and nothing else matters? Ever feel like you have to get those thoughts out on paper? Ever feel like writing is the only thing worth it all? I've felt those before. These are my poems and I hope you enjoy. ...
