I look down on my bruised arms,
Dangling on both my sides.
I've never had those lucky charms,
So away from the spotlight I hide.
Monsters wander all around,
Flesh hanging from their mouths.
The stench of pride on their ground,
A palace far from fear and doubt.
I lost a leg, an eye, and an ear,
And my breath is ragged from running.
They feed on the weak like gluttony,
So I am driven into hiding.
I look down to my dirt-stained hands
To their blood and tear-stained ones.
If I step upon their wicked lands,
Will I go up the ladder of bones?
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𝓓𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓼 || 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓻𝔂
Poetry❝And like the moon, we must go through phases of emptiness to feel full again.❞ Embrace your sadness and speak with the darkness, then let it guide your pen. Brightness doesn't exist without the dark to help it shine. Copyright © 2021, M. A. Beni...
