by Elisa
I fear that someday I may retain the Thoughts
Like morphine, when the pain is gone.
Numb my head
Numb my soul
Numb me
Until it’s better that I was
The cool breeze whispers in my ear
Blows angels and demons in my hair
And my head grows big
With the thought that the air knows I am there
Histories of a lost civilization
A novel that was never published
A poem, whose author took her life decades before
My thoughts, ideas, dreams
Perhaps, it’s best I keep them to myself
Before the are buried by meaningless words
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