POEM #5
The Starting Point
I'm a mess.
I can't feel,
Can't express,
Can't say the words pounding in my head.
I try and speak but all that comes out is a stutter,
A mess of all the different unexpressed words fighting to get out.
Fighting to be freed from my mind.
My mind,
It's like a death camp where feelings go to die; not even getting a chance to be free.
I'm not even in control anymore,
By now it's become Second Nature to drown those words.
I want to, I really do.
I want to feel again.
I just don't know where to start.
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My Writing Outlet
कविताI'm just gunna publish a bunch of poems that I have written and that I will write on here in just one little space for them, but just like for any poem they won't all be based on the same thing. I'll also write other stuff that aren't that long in h...
