In a barren world, I alone breathe
With fragments of forgotten dreams beside me,
Most of them my own.
Haunted by screams and tears, I'm cold
And cuts of hatred on my skin is shown.
I watch it all unfold,
As my veil was blown away by the wind.
All I am is skin and bones,
And flowing red in my veins.
There's also the pieces of my heart,
Scattered in this unwanted place.
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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...
