A Poem

I don’t normally write poems, but I did yesterday about some feelings I’ve been going through recently. I decided to post it here cause this is where a lot of my thoughts end up at times. I don’t have a name for it yet.

When I walk,
I walk alone,
dismembering memories,
re-creations of reality,
dangling golden accessories.

And maybe I am the villain,
of my story,
hiding behind false praise and glory.

An âme damnée,
blindly following,
through the unknown gateway.

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