It has lost its way.
Strayed away,
from the path it knows.
Feeling,
like it's designed to.
Feelings
that cannot be decoded,
nor rationalized.
It bounces,
in its cage
haphazardly.
Its screaming beats,
wake those in the deepest slumber.
Strings, uninvited,
Crawl their way,
Past the chest,
and chain themselves
around the beating vessel,
aggravating it.
And so it beats forcefully;
Its vibrations radiate,
as the strings conquer all that is there.
Strings, tangled.
Sources unknown.
Grips tighten,
motives undisclosed.
To follow a string,
and choose a path,
or remain forever captive.
Perplexed,
and caged,
it awaits to be found.
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Behind Her Eyes: A Collection of Poetry.
PoetryHere are my words, thoughts, and most importantly, all the feelings I burry. I've finally gathered the courage to share them, and to share a part of me. Here are the thoughts that visit me through the night put into words; of all there is to fee...
