DARKROOM
i
I was howling in pain,
Murmured by negative terms,
With his words, I felt so drained,
My sanity's now starting to burn.
ii
Four cornered dark space,
The place where I hid my pace,
I could barely want to show my face,
The reason why I was embraced by darkness.
iii
I felt so doomed and helpless,
Tangled with overthinking and distress,
Holding a flat sharp part for calmness,
Wanting to end the tang in the tip of a lace.
iv
I was laying in a cold floor,
Tried to reflect myself in a mirror,
Hoping to reach the light from the door,
For I'm also not fond of watching myself suffer.
v
I want to breath with water underneath,
Clean myself to hush this rapid heartbeats,
Wants to stop from thinking with death,
And just go out from my darkroom's den.
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©️KanaCleo
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Ignite The Unspoken (Published Under CLP)
PoetryPUBLISHED under Chapters of Love Indie Publishing. - Half of A Hundred Poems She's voicing her thoughts through a pen, and expressing herself through this thing called poem. written by : Maxetispsych (former McCleoxx) Highest rank:1 (Photo Credits)
