Inferno
I’d like to think this was a dream
But the pain is simply just too real
These years have passed with the aid of delusion
My mind is foggy
Though I swallow back the tears the burning inside of me remains
A never-ending inferno of repressed memories
I have no more tears left to cry
I have no more words left to shout
I have no more nerves left to feel
I no longer have it in me to think
Numbness cascades around me like a silk blanket
As my mind subconsciously pushes itself back into the blankness
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryA collection of poems that I've written based on my deepest darkest emotions.
