I hallucinate a harmony of cicadas
For noise is too far away, alas,
Outside of this room crowded by empty space
Glass walls so clear, I can see my own face,
And my reflection stares back at me with a desperate look.
"Get me out this place" I read from her eyes, I see the memories she took,
And the memories that were chained to her, and haunt her.
I'm reminded of my reflection, every time I falter.
"Get me out of this room crowded by empty space"
She keeps repeating, under her breath, just quietly enough for no one to hear: "Get me out of this place"
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PoetryIn a nutshell, this is just pure angst, tied together by rhymes (occasionally), tracing my personal emotional rollercoaster of a life. More elaborately: I huge change in, not only in circumstances, but also attitude occurred when I started creating...
