I looked around,
In the darkness
No one-
To be seen
No one-
To be heard
All alone;
In this darkness
I needed to find-
A way out.
I aimed to move,
But was hopeless
I glanced down
At the thick,
White rope;
Caging me,
In its vicious embrace.
Struggled with-
All my strength.
Resulting in;
Cuts and bruises-
Black and blue.
The tears were-
Inevitable.
Streaming down,
My dirt smeared face.
Useless to myself
And to everyone else.
My reality,
And this dream;
Is almost identical.
I wouldn't be heard,
I wouldn't be seen.
So I did-
The one thing,
My brain beseeched;
I SCREAMED.
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A Field Trip To The Soul
PoésieThis is a collection of poems which questions our mortality, our existence, our beliefs, who we love and why we love. In the poems you could get yourself ready to read the feelings and emotions of a teenager who has and still goes through a roller...
