Grappled in close battle
with the demons
that haunt my head.
Tired of those constant screams
that leave my soul
Half-dead.
Walking across a minefield
without a sensible aim,
Nothing to be found.
I keep moving in circles-
A never-ending path that's winded
All The Way Around.
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Believe it or not, I wrote this while I was stuck in a geometry question :P (Sometimes I wonder of the weird moments that give me inspiration o_O )
3 comments:
Nice setting :D *rolling eyes*
This one's different, not the usual you but I like it anyway...
Good job :P
yeah i know... its different from what i usually write.... but im kinda thinkin of venturing into such kind of works :D
thanks for the comments :)
Weirdness IS inspiration :D You never are inspired when you expect to and once you are inspired you never are prepared for it. What makes poets different than other people is that we treasure that inspiration whenever it comes over us.
"I keep moving in circles-
A never-ending path that's winded
All The Way Around."
I think this is the most brilliant lines of the poem but... I think all of the poem is brilliant. I like the style of it. Your poetry is always so self-evident, it speaks for itself. I love that <3
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