I shriek and shout,
I just loiter around.
I want to shake the people
And want to see them tremble.
I kick open the doors,
I burst open my clogged pores.
I dig at my open wound,
And then gaze at sally of blood.
I see myself in front of me
I love to make small talks with me.
I see my apparition and smile,
I laugh with myself with delightful glee.
The burning desires of heart,
Take away my mental peace.
I become a savage on rampage,
Trying to crash at my prison doors.
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A really powerful emotive jolt of uncompromising personal narrative.
so motivating:-)thanks
A compelling read.
thanks:-)
A vociferous write.
thanks