Put to rest, in the blood red nothingness
Let the everlasting torch of pain extinguish
Outside,
Blue sky bearing a bright sun
Inside,
Blueish body bearing an empty soul
Vulnerable and weak
Made her believe
Instant pain and lifelong peace
A wilted white flower and a maroon tear
In the dark........to forever hide.
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Soul Of The Darkest Hour
PoetryDo we want to escape the realities of our lives if there were only pleasure and happiness, not horrendous lies? Some say an abundance of darkness is what makes us appreciate a trickle of light. There was meant to be a balance not a pit of chaos in t...
