Poem -

burn in flames.

I'm cleaning out the closet,
Of my mind,
So many skeletons,
Repetitious,
Unkind,
The thought of opening the door,
So many casualties,
Laying on the floor,
Time to call the clean up crew,
I'm done with this shit,
I'm through with you,
Living in denial,
Nothing hurting you,
Never taking the blame,
You forever hide in shame,
Oh wait,
You don't feel anything,
Power play your aim,
I'm emptying it out,
Now watch it burn in flames,
I want my life back,
I'm tired of these games.

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Ravindra Kumar

Unsteady state...internal clashing in mind...need of solitude .."I'm cleaning out the closet, Of my mind,.."..."I want my life back, I'm tired of these games."...wish to take perfect decision on the topic recurrent disturbing mood,.....good write,..lovely...with regard....xx Ravindra Kumar xx

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Dear Nardine,

Good write, My applause, My vote

I'm cleaning out the closet,
Of my mind,
So many skeletons,
Repetitious,
Unkind,
The thought of opening the door,
So many casualties,

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Nardine Sanderson

Thank you kindly sir williamsji much love to you nardine Sanderson xoxo

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piusha singh

Dear Nardine,these are one of the best lines .

I'm cleaning out the closet,
Of my mind,
So many skeletons,
Repetitious,
Unkind,
The thought of opening the door,
So many casualties,
Laying on the floor,
Time to call the clean up crew,

Love

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Nardine Sanderson

Thank you princess, i decently had a clean up crew upon create, your such a darling love to you, nardine xoxo

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