Inside The Closet

Mind is a river of words,
the currents are stronger than
combined muscles of men.

Love is dressed in a trench coat,
ready to run under the rain,
leaving the train without passengers.

I am throwing lies on the ground.
I am stripping false skins on my body.
I am revealing the hurt of a child.



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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