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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?

©sjwordsmith
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