Monday 25 June 2018

Confined




Paint over my edges
Lift my pages to see
Why I don’t bleed
Why my eyes
Don’t cry
Why they don’t see

Picking at scabs
Aroused by the burn
Reflection in the mirror
Now it’s your turn

Eyes widen
Looking back at me
Easing now the feelings
Of the uneasy

Biting my tongue
I have nothing to say
Day turns into night
I fade away

Let me play
Let my mind be free
Black frees my heart
But it takes over my mind

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