- Within the four walls of my heart
are locked the voices.
They carry harsh truths in an oxcart.
So I strip them off their choices.
No courage I bear to let them speak,
For their words make my ego weak.
YOU ARE READING
This simple, complicated life.
PoetryA collection of poems that I wrote when thoughts overwhelmed me.
Inner voices.
- Within the four walls of my heart
are locked the voices.
They carry harsh truths in an oxcart.
So I strip them off their choices.
No courage I bear to let them speak,
For their words make my ego weak.