GHOSTS OF MY INNER-WORLD
I remained to be there and surrendered
knowing how hard it was going to be.
And through the files of dead-leaving journals
revived half of my eyes’ illiterate fears.
Those painted fences got devastated with
the perils that risked my rooms of filthy
unspoken thoughts, those...
knowing how hard it was going to be.
And through the files of dead-leaving journals
revived half of my eyes’ illiterate fears.
Those painted fences got devastated with
the perils that risked my rooms of filthy
unspoken thoughts, those...