i've heard a story about a boy;
a lost boy.
his mind walks a thousand miles,
yet his body is still like a toy.
his heart cries and tells,
though no one hears the silence whispers.
his eyes speaks a million words,
but dullness cover them all.
his brain works harder every second,
it allows him to fail to realize things.
that his mind is tired, sick.
that his heart is aching, begging.
that his eyes spark no more light.
that he's trapped in his own mind.
and he needs to open his own cage.
to get out.
to be continued—
-gc
[ wake up, wake up ]
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Poetry4 weeks, equal 31 days, equal 744 hours, equal 44,640 minutes, equal 2,678,400 seconds, equal 1 month. aloha, august ----- i write one poetry everyday until the end of august :) lowercase intended! ;) copyright @ghxxna cover by @ghxxna
