every person, with their unbridled
eccentricities, trying to
act normal, judging those who
accept their madness
or embrace inner chaos,
pointing the blood
stained fingers to those with broken
hearts yet gentle smiles,
stabbing knives after knives,
just to make sure those mad
people are bled out of their chaos
and be so called Normal!
who am i to judge those? filled to
the very brim, with chocking
realization, nothing but a
mere speck of dust
to be flown away!
who am i to question those?
nothing but a fleck of snow,
beautiful, yet cold and frail,
a mere spectator,
worse than those who called
themselves normal,
or those, with broken souls and
sweet smiles!
__Hazel
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Catastrophe
PoetrySolace and peace those words unknown to me, Chaos in my existence thoughts and mind, I portray them through my words, On the brink of losing myself, Held by a thread with sanity, I am falling toward this Catastrophe...! ¤ I have blended the amalgama...
