Underneath the Mask of a Writer

A sudden pain arises,

A fresh memory derives.

The violent dream of past

A tragic thing that lasts.

A supposedly mind control,

A chain of broken protocols.

A heart that cries

Oh, please no more surprise.

All the while it seems like its fine,

You never knew it feels crashing inside.

Although she paint a smile,

Thinking a way out, she takes a while.

Hand the gun, pull the trigger.

Taking a life is so much easier.

Though you should never forget,

Life was not something you own, you’ll regret.


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