Unravel your mind
to a place unconfined
That is where I lay
dormant for a day
Struggle is passive
freedom grows massive
Sadness comes untrue
colours fade from blue
Happiness is golden
as worries are now olden
Stable as a monk
though I'm only drunk
Thoughts will come back
but for now they are black
YOU ARE READING
Broken Souls
PoetryA collection of dark poems I have wrote in regards to various mental disorders, as well as heavy life problems including substance abuse, violence and poverty.
