*sh tw
i'm desperately losing a war as if it were 1939,
and it tires me completely.
i'm the kind of tired that stalks like a shadow
and hounds like a dog.
i feel so empty and deprived,
but not of sleep,
like a soldier on duty.
it feels like i'm constantly grasping for it,
a shred of euphoria,
yet somehow, it always manages to slip through my fingers
like sand in a bag.
barbed wire cuts into my pale skin,
destroying a once-perfect countryside.
deep, barren trenches
are filled with seas of red.
maybe i'm not losing the war,
maybe it's already over.
- S.M.
"battle scars"
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Poetrythis poetry collection embraces mental illness, trauma, passion, anger, and family relations through vast seas of words. my hope is to inspire others by turning raw heartache into relatable moments. warning: this book contains potentially sensitive...
