You left me in the dark.
Darkness is vast and ever-growing.
The perfect fertilizer for Doubt.
And lord knows I had plenty of those seeds, to nurture and grow when things grew cold.
You left me in the dark to wander;
My hands found David of Michaelangelo --
And I thought I found a ghoul.
Do you understand now?
I never wished to be cruel.
I was terrified and alone;
and bleeding all over the stage.
So I danced. And danced. And danced.
It was the only way to stay alive and unfeeling.
--- Ink and Wander
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Stoicism - 10th poetry collection
PoetryMy head is a loud galaxy full of pictorial words. This is my 10th poetry collection Poetry collections (written in this order) : 1) Poetry 2) Cathartic 3) Masquerade 4) Compass 5) Reverie 6) Stars Above Me 7) Melodies 8) Caterpillar 9) Musings And...
