I'm standing there. I'm moveless,
reflecting his ireful face.
He looks down and tightens his fist,
staring at his souls for ages.
I'm standing there. I'm moveless,
capturing his sorrow's fate.
He blinks. Tears fall down, at least.
Agony as his hope decays.
I'm standing there. I'm moveless,
caressing his phoney fun.
He's putting his smile at risk.
But ready to lose it for aeons.
I'm standing there. I'm moveless,
finishing his fragile life.
When his strength breaks my surface,
his wrist dyed red with debris.
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A Chaotic Mind
PoetryA series of poems that I write about my daily life, including strange thoughts, struggles and love. Life is a chaos, but so beautiful.
