“Psychological Games” by Karanina Bhattacharjee

Written by plumtree

Topics: Archive (2012-2019), Uncategorized

Inside the forest

A terror of darkness

Sounds that seep inside my mind and don’t let go

 

There is despair inside

The cold, howling wind zips past me

When I hear hooting owls

And foxes rustling in the crumbled autumn leaves

My heart drops like hail falling hard on car tops

 

I want to liberate myself

But I can never seem to find a way

I can’t escape it

Because it’s all inside my mind

 

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