In the dead silence of the night
I can hear my mind
Beating faster than my heart
Ticking faster than the clock
Running faster than my breath
Its a body inside my body
Has a soul of its own
Weaving, sewing up and down
Going places, near and far
City of dreams, sky full of stars
Dark holes of failure, emotions and scars
In the dead silence of night
My mind tries of define
My existence and my worth
My place on this earth.
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Threads
Poetrysometimes flowing, sometimes tangled short, straight, blues and greys pearls or drops of tear drawn together by thread like words. ...Threads is a collection of poems from different themes written at different times. The pieces may vary in colour...
