He’s always trying to control his thoughts. But with cheep restraints they’re the ones that control him. Lead him places. Were various broken statues gather. Their smiles nothing more than a display for others to observe. There's nothing real left. Not even tears. Just numb bodies with grey eyes. Deep and foggy. For the eyes of a witness will always remain tainted. No longer able to distinguish whether the pain is even real, He continues to fall. Deeper and deeper. Until eventually the light of day it’s no more than a faint memory. And his marble body shatters as it hits rock bottom.
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Author:
majben (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I felt kinda bored so I wrote something. it's bad :)) Also. I was to lazy to make it look nice
- Category: Sad
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Welcome majben
I hope the next time you are bored
You write something else
Look forward to it
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