'Reflection'
Sweetheart, can you look back for me, back to that night in march?
She asked with a softened smile.
I look at her and shake my head,
And she thought for a while.
It wasn't too long until she'd gotten something out of me.
Crying and screaming I went down the hall where they forced something down my throat and it hurt and it hurt and I TAKE A DEEP BREATH.
And I'm back in my head.
And now I can barely remember what the psychologist had said.
'The Sound of a Train'
Noise.
The last noise he heard
Was the muffled whistle of a train.
It sounded lonely.
He joined the train on the tracks.
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What is Not - a book of poetry
الشعرJust some poems I wrote! :) have fun reading shitty poetry!
