"this one.
creaky but stable –
nothing but
another corridor
and some more doors.
alright, this is the one.
squeakier than last time –
again it was the same.
am i losing track of this game?
how about this one, then.
opening it was a breeze –
but i was still here,
in this same corridor
with these same doors
again.
fine, i'll choose that one.
the door broke –
not the same corridor anymore,
instead,
i was in complete gloom."
date: 9th august, 2017
time: 09:34 a.m.
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World of Poems
Poetrytake a long, good look into my healing heart and melodrama mind. breathe in my sweet, scented words and hold them close to your bleeding, scaly skeleton aching for emotion; they'll cradle your aching soul and sing mellow lullabies you've never even...
