Poems from NYC4Life88
The body’s arena.
Fires of internal conflict forever ablaze.
The heart duals the mind, pursuing a fight to the death.
The outcome is...
A flutter of your heart
Arises deep in your chest…
This feeling is quite common
No different than the rest…
A glace towards your direction...
The Vault
Bound in chains
Such merciless metal
Does tear at the flesh
Like a delicate petal
Torment ensnares
The mind of a soul
Whose...
Lights, give me lights
The words of Hamlets' enemy
Simple but most striking
Maybe not literal torches
But a metaphorical desire
Throw open...
Dreams can be lighthearted
Hopeful, loving, and rare
My stress became my captor
And it bid me horrid dreams.
Night terrors of mental traps...