When I close my eyes, I don't see you,
Nor do I see them.
I slipped into a warm cocoon of nothing
And nothing can be comforting.
I feel most at ease when I don't speak.
Instead I write my feelings away
And cry when those I love won't stay.
Crying until I don't feel.
And when I read until my eyes burn
And when I eat until my stomach hurts
And when I cough and let my pain escape.
They look at me, sing a dead symphony,
In the darkness of the emptiness it makes sense.
I go to sleep and allow my heart to break.
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Mind of a Wanderess - A Collection of Poems
PoetryThis book is a collection of the poems I write, whenever my muse and my mood tell me to do so. Here, in this book, you can have access to a young woman's thoughts and feelings. /warning: my style is very random, and most of my poems are written in o...
