A cluttered and crowded places
With ashes and dust of the past
A cloudy place with pieces of broken glass
A suffocating paradise.
It can make you get lost
Please do enter at your own cost.
A disoriented and disorganized place
With questions to be asked..
It's hidden
Behind a smiling face you can't see past
It's my escape but
It engulfs me into myself manifolds
A mysterious place with all the secrets that it holds
I sit there for hours trying to organise, trying to find what I have lost
With each thing I pick up to put in place
I find a sea of wanton thoughts
I m bleeding I pricked my finger
From the sharp edge of my broken peace
I found it never the less, I m sitting on my knees
Can't point my finger at what's right and what's wrong
My logic doesn't support this rush of hormones
I hear a ringing gong
Trying to be myself,
When I don't recognize who the girl in the mirror is.
Everything feels so right then why this guilt!
I see my thoughts turning into a stagnant pool of filth
The shades of this place haunt my soul
I remind myself I am not alone there are a million like me
Then I just follow the crowd
Trying to feel like just another person
But once in a while I am pushed back
Among these shadow on the grey walls
And twirling dust in a narrow beam of light
All I see is shadows and mess
I don't want to be a mind reader
I just want to read my own mind
-Hricha
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Abyss
PoetryParts of me Welcome to abyss, the depth of my mind. This is a collection of poems on feelings which go much beyond the single word used to describe them. Abyss is all about the darkness within. It's all about the things in the head of a seemingly n...
