Poems from Twisted325
i.
There’s a certain connection
between migraines and Alzheimer’s,
they say.
Something about brain lesions.
I don’t really remember...
These happy days are shrouded in ashes
From the burning of spite and hate
And as my heart is pounding
The off-beats of normality
I see...
I blur out the window
So that I can no longer see the world
I must fight off these demons
Because the fiber of my being is becoming...
When the entrance becomes an exit
You know it's time to pack it up
And just when the pain begins to lessen
And all your lessons have been...
What will happen to me
after this pain is gone?
They tell me to never change,
but the world changes every day,
and change is constant.
I'm...