The Silence of My Thoughts

Mon, 11/18/2019 - 00:52 -- dwnfru

Sometimes I feel as if someone is stabbing a piece of splintered wood through me.

Right through my vision

I see the wood chips cutting into my bones and everything.

It is just me and my thoughts...

Why are they always this loud

The pain is real

My toes quiver from the splinters

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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