When the realization came,
I didn't know who to blame.
The only thing I really know,
Is that this place really blows.
The silence here is really loud,
Some people said that they were proud,
Of me being here.
When really this place is a masacre of imagination.
A process hidden in sublimation.
YOU ARE READING
Dark Places
RandomThis is the poetry I wrote while I was in a darker place. It was mush in my mind that came out as art. I hope you enjoy it as much as i do! P.S. some of the poems at the start are a little amateur. All rights reserved. Photo credit: the internet
