Illusions of oneself

So many words to say
inside the mind of a madman.
Said written phrases unspelled,
scraped thoughts of a forgotten mind.

Beaten broken eyes
are mine,
afraid of being alive.
A scared soul once naked
betrayed, forgotten
stained.

                                                                    From the book Remnants of a Yadav by Júlio C. Carlos.
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