Category : Poems

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The world turns into dust
As I live in a self-conceived solitude.
My carnivals has been swallowed by rust
And there is no way to escape this bad mood. 
I remember feeling quite like this-
Like my mind refuses to leave a nightmare.
I have spent a lifetime feeling amiss
But it has been years since I've felt this type of fear. 
What the hell is wrong me?
Why do I feel so hopeless and incapable?
Two weeks ago, I woke up empty
And since, I see a man talentless and undesirable. 
I don't like feeling like everything must end
To find a stability and beauty in madness. 
I never thought I would feel this misfortune again
While seeking roses for my own casket. 
Tonight, I've spent what felt like a lifetime
On my knees, hoping prayer can protect me from my inner me. 
I don't know if this is some twisted act of the divine.
What the hell is wrong with me?