With each and every heavy step ,
Breath laboured ,
Hurting and stained with tears ,
Flooded and soon to be bloodied ....
I moved .
I moved to a place which welcomed me with warm hands to coldness.
I moved to a place , where lies were bitterly truths .
I moved to the place ; where Oblivion learnt its own brutality .
I moved ... Lost .
Losing the battle and surrendering myself to my delusional abstract foe ... My fate .
Bound and lost to a non-existent abstract , I moved .
I moved with my heart careworn , now bleeding .....
Scraping away happiness in order to abate my pain , I moved.
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An Eternal Internal Affliction
PoetryI'm in that point time of life when you feel like you can't take it anymore and break free of all the shackles, when a person who you trust the most comes with a backstab. and what happens next lies in just one decision. fight or flight?
