i dream
yes sometimes i can
about the past that left footprints on my soul
stirring a storm inside me
to tear my wears apart
and it's not nice
it never was
it won't ever be
'cause the voices yell
from the bottom of my mind
command me to leave this battlefield
make me stand in the presence of the demons
those devils of my vulnerabilities
weak on my knees
strong on the guts
opening a window for me to run out
but closing the doors behind
i dream
yes sometimes i can
about the escapes from these dreary locks
of which i had lost the keys
in the tries of breaking the spells
the spells that hold me like a hostage
by 'em nights
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Into the Dense
PoetryInto the dense is a collection of 10 short poems that mainly focus on the human emotions of sadness and depression. Most of the poems speak about the nightmarish experiences of one's past and lonely nights that one spends. Two successors of Into the...
