HurtA Poem by nyiThe smell of fear blocking my train of thoughts Trying to break the bad habit I had made unconsciously While being devoured by the corrosive memories of my past Years passed and never wake up from the distant nightmare And my hands are still stretched reaching out for the unknown
Nyi 20.10.2012 © 2012 nyi |
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Added on December 9, 2012 Last Updated on December 9, 2012 |