There is a ghost in the mind that I’m “afraid”
That I want to kill with a blade!
As I’m on my bed they come,to meet
First trying to be sweet!
But as I dwell they show their “painful sides”
Like a sea full of horrifying tides!
I don’t want them anymore, as they don’t “let live”
To get them “off” I continuously” strive”
Tooba.
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Author:
Tooba (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 7th, 2023 07:18
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
A profoundly dark poem. Nice write!
Thanks a lot... Sometimes little darkness is needed to know the importance of Brightnessâ¨
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