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by Tony Aug 21, 2018
Sadness, depression /
Can you feel it, can you see?
The lyrics on the wall, they speak
They whisper words, silently scream
Of all the rage and woe in me
They're phantoms of what you will find
These memories long lost to time
Etched deeply on the walls in here
Transcribed by hands that quake with fear
The ink drips down to coalesce
With thoughts that pool with liquid stress
Ferment and mold then turn to spores
Leaving my home with weeping sores
Bloodstained foggy shattered mirror
Cannot present a reflection clearer
Of the only thing I've ever known...
The locked doors of this broken home
The locked doors of a broken mind
by Milly Hayward
Superb imagery and emotion. Loved the metaphors an excellent piece. Milly x
by - Mr. Darcy
All the best.