She thinks
She wonders
Repeatedly over
Within her head
Is she real
Or is she dead?
Hard to tell
When life feels bleak
Nothing there
To help her feel
Just darkness in her head
Her mind
Is it her own?
Often pondered
The aftermath already sewn
No true escape
This dungeon behold
No bars to grasp
Yet still caged
The emotions inside
Engulfed and enraged
Beating and burning
Her skull scathed
Slip into nothing
The empty awaits
Pretend silence
Numbness abates
Despair and forlorn
Sadness her face shorn
Madness the cloak worn
Bleeding and beating
Her heart morn
Cold with shiver
Thine stone with age
Will she ever be free from
This mind that is her cage
About the Creator
Magnolia Demple
RDH, craft dabbler, soul searcher, and mom of 2. Just doing the best I can living this so called life
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