Could You stay in a psychics mind?
Maybe it would be too much
Could You stay in a psychics mind?
Could you live inside a psychic’s mind
Not being sure of who or what you’d find
Shadows speaking names you never knew
Thoughts that shift, like mist, then break in two
A room where time forgets to move in line
Where every mirror shows a different sign
Walls that hum with secrets never said
A candle burning softly to the dead
Footsteps echo—none of them are yours
Doors that open into other doors
And deeper still, beneath the velvet gloom
A child weeps inside a locked-up room
The future claws through cracks within the floor
It knows your name, and what you’re sorry for
Her fingers twitch, she smiles but doesn’t blink
She pulls you somewhere darker than you think
Could you stay there, silent, cold, confined
Just a whisper in a psychic’s mind?
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Miracle!!!
Wonderful