Break In

Self destructive path is the best.
The brightness overpowered by the will.
The darkness all that is left.
And Inside It living the life,
With the devil,
And the creatures that were made.

A beautiful poem,
The evil thoughts all,
Jumbled up Inside this head.
A beautiful mess.
I love It!

The sound of discomfort,
The ringing In the air.
The flood of emotions,
All swept away,
In one swift move.

I fucking love It.
All the troubles,
Banging In this head.
Surely It will give way,
For the outer atmosphere,
To break In.
And I will be free of fear.




Poetry by Manish Pokharel
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Written on 2018-07-24 at 16:26

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