Mind, A Cell Poem by Bohemian Woman

Mind, A Cell



Beauty broken from young age,
She held his heart above her cage,
Fed him lies of importance,
Cirque du Soleil performance!

Knowing she would drag him down,
To the hell that was her mind,
Break him surely, slowly, crack by crack,
Leave the lifeless body on the track.

Selfish thing, the beauty was,
She held onto till all was lost.
Yet weep for him, that she could not;
For he grew wings while she would rot.

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