Post #5076

From my self flies a dissected soul, it all rains around in red. I saw myself naked, in the broken shattered pieces lying like a the broken teeth of a goblin. That stares into my eyes and tells me horrific things, and I know it's me only, my broken self that never can recover from such darkened past. I touched myself, my eyes and it bled tears of forgotten self. The girl I used to be, the girl I saw once cheering in a lukewarm day, crawling like a baby of earth, now is just a pensive withdrawn insane who scribbles her thoughts when the night grins madly at her. The psychiatrist said something wrong with me, did he know something is wrong with everyone around and we all...are just moving umbra? #Saramts#short-poetry #review