Whose Life I Steal | Poem

There’s a void I roar insanely,
Claiming nothing heals traumas
Which broken my mind to the grounds,
I wonder what healing feels more,
Is it how I stay calm doing mad works around?
I had lovers loved to not think tomorrow,
Jumbled my memories as the words,
Knowing I couldn’t remember them
Breaks my heart to build another death.
I wonder who said,
There’s darkness inside you that scares,
Though I am here to walk beside you
Tearing the storms of your sick mind’s faces.
I am, still in thoughts what sadness feels
Like a dead departing the world’s first story,
Or, like the soul screams in dark paradise;
Words, I tell stories of fictions to facades,
Is it how I stay calm doing mad works around?


Dark Humor Author | Poet | Creative Fountain | Borderline Personality | Proofreader | Content Writer | Automobile Lover | Found me at surajjangid.sam@gmail.com.

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