Invisible hands grasp at my throat
Choking out memories and words of pain
Thoughts of yesterday reappear
They cause confusion and repetitive negativity
It's a shield of smiles
How dare they offend us with such words;
Words that they do not understand the true meaning of
Words harm more than actions,
Actions may be undone, but words cannot be unspoken
The smoke clogs my head, and reality dissipates
It's silent and deadly
Mistaken and deaf,
This smoke hurts us all, on the inside and out
This smoke its own way of affecting our bodies and minds,
But it turns us all into skeletons of sorrow
It's unstoppable and unbearable
-Payton Barr
YOU ARE READING
The Illusion of Normal
Poetry"The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls." -Edgar Allan Poe A book full of dark secrets and trailing thoughts.
