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Mess
In the songs and the books, they write of being a mess as though it was visible. As though it looked like the aftermath of a forest fire or a tsunami. They describe it as though that person was a messy room, clothes on the floor, last night's dinner on a table, pillows on the other side of the room, paper peeking out from under the bed.
By Prabhdeep Dhaliwal8 years ago in Poets
Insanity
By the divines, I am denied…my only true sanity that once lived inside. Only know, does insanity arise? Impossibility sends there avenges, as I fall into the abyss of the unknown trenches. The lake below screams and bellows, as its inhabitants come for the bait. I dangle and swing, from the enemies’ chain as the corrupted souls fight for their claim. The noises from under torment my mind, so their mistress sings a silent rhyme. The corrupted souls seem to quiet…but then their mistress sings again. The souls laugh their evil laugh, as they approach the bait under their mistress’ wrath.
By Katherine Caruso8 years ago in Poets
