Words
What happens in the mind
let us begin to delve
Soul's battlescars from others
body's scars from self
They tell me its called
self-mutilation
the stifling of inner hell
with physical sensation
The booze the pills
they do not work
therapy serves to keep pain fresh
through wounds demons forever lurk
WORDS
SWEET WORDS
have saved my soul
negated the cuts
plugged up the holes
If words can teach me
to love myself
my journey is ended
and I have found wealth
Cindy
Dark Psyche Poetry
Dark Poetry by Darkheart
The First Stone
Cast the first stone
Into life's lake
Watch the ripples echo
And change destiny's fate
Would life be different
Had I cast a larger stone
Would the ripples turn to tides
Would some sins be condoned
As I sit and contemplate
The world's hypocrisy
I wonder who cast that first stone
That made looking the other way so easy
Cindy
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