Where?
Where am I?
I hear a voice.
I follow.
"Come child", They say.
I listen.
It's starting to get cloudy.
There's a mirror.
Who's that in the reflection?
I scream, It stares.
Haunting me, I continue walking.
The darkness wraps me in its embrace.
It hurts, but it's so comfy.
I want to leave it's embrace.
The sun peeks up, and I shoo it away.
How stupid.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Empty Thoughts from an Empty Heart.
PuisiPoems. That's all there is to it. I enjoy writing poems to express the way i'm feeling and i think some people might relate to these sooo
