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Mirza Ali

Abstract Tragedy Others

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Mirza Ali

Abstract Tragedy Others

Sonnet From An Unsound Mind

Sonnet From An Unsound Mind

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It's not pleasing, when the voices in my head go up to the cealing 

There's something ominous inside me that's creeping 

Or am i dieing in my living?

My world seems to be thin, like an obsidian blade

I feel it as it bleed, my very being getting decayed

I'm falling inbetween a mind and heart at brawl

where silent demons scale walls as they crawl


In my chest is a gruesome storm

The wound's all clotted it's not good for my mind

Not for my kind

I look in the mirror and i see the voices take a form

Really trying to put me outta my sorrow

But my insides feel utterly hollow

I keep picturing my ending, and it seems so unsettling 

I'm trying to burn the bridge within 

Just another wasted human

Weighi

ng down this skin


It's chaotic inside, that's what fate decides 

Different version of me, inside all that the voices reside

Which one to listen to, which one to turn to

To the left where there's nothing right

Or to the right where there's nothing left

Both shouting, I'm trapped and i feel it too

I wonder if my consciousness helps me

My mental state keeps on detoriating 

I know when the time's right, this life I'll falter

Maybe a little hope in the future, it might make my decision alter

But i think I can't carry it all any longer.


Well it's such a jest to name this "Sonnet"

When structure’s rules, I’ve not stressed upon it

Dear readers, think what sense aligns

An errant heart with ordered lines?


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