your mind is a master of trickery
but don't allow bad thoughts to bloom
because where criticism is a shout that shatters the silence
praise is a whisper in a crowded room

YOU ARE READING
dark poems
Poetrythis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
our minds are intricately woven webs, but sometimes we trap ourselves
your mind is a master of trickery
but don't allow bad thoughts to bloom
because where criticism is a shout that shatters the silence
praise is a whisper in a crowded room