I sold my soul
For a few pennies on the dollar
Now everything is dark
Now everything is corroded
The pen I touch
The desk I hit my head against
The floor I tap dance on
Rusted, busted, and blue
Tell me a new story
But that story I do not believe
I need not believe
Hence, I will not
I sold my soul
And it corrodes my heart
I know it is all false
And the physicality is piercing
Tell me a new story
Or tell me not
Time to unwind to a new tale
Categories: identity, mental health, photography, Poetry, Psychology
Wonderful words!
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wow boss
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How do write like this, nice poem
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Thank you. Cheers
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This is so beautifully written. Bravo. 👏
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Thank you 🙂 have a great weekend
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