I find it hard to maintain my gravity
the maelstrom of pain you had created
struck deep, making me weak
It hits me like an earthquake
where my concrete walls tumbled and fall
into the ground like tiny pieces of Lego blocks
It created a chain of chemical reactions within me
where every part of my being explode into a giant
permafrost of sensations I can barely hold
I'm lost in the sandstorm inside my head
trying to find hope in the hair ice of deceit
as I flooded my pillow with tears
I hope to find solace in my sleep
YOU ARE READING
INKED RHYMES OF A BROKEN SOUL
PoetryI write for my old wounds, I continue inking for new. Coz when I can't speak, my inked words somehow suffice. Collection of heartaches, pain, love, and sorrow. Written to proved that something broken can be turned to something beautiful Written in E...
