I ruin my ears
to drive away the fears.
Is there any other way
to soften the pain?
Tears leaving marks on my face
a lake with doubtful waterfalls full of disgrace.
I pay for someone else's sins
or maybe it's fun to play with needles and pins.
A double insured heart with padlocks.
Closed forgotten stopcocks,
with gold worthy substance.
Atrophic cells of my brain
losing everything but nothing to gain;
a sense of consecutive abeyance.
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My Secret Phone Notes
PoetryWords, sayings, thoughts of mine and maybe somehow poetry which are written in my phone's notes and nobody sees and knows about them but they keep deep secrets of mine that I'll never have the strength to say. Writing is my escape because there are...
