Nothing is EverythingA Poem by WordsFromAPenWhen the little things can make or break you.
What is wrong in my mind
that I should feel so vile? Corrupt by minor blemishes Both mental and physical. Fires of hell burn anyone In my mind that do me wrong, Even if they do nothing at all. Taken aback by noise and disturbance In a coil of pain that tightens And puts me in restraints. The pain in my head Shows not on my face But buries me in that very space. Nothing is more perfect To the outside eye Nothing is more imperfect Than in my mind. Mind me not, For I cannot mind myself. And do myself wrong with nothing at all. © 2018 WordsFromAPen |
StatsAuthorWordsFromAPenNorthamptonshire, United KingdomAboutI have a BA with Hons degree in Drama (2018) I work in a café that I helped to set up and name. more..Writing
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