There is an eclipse within myself
Blinding but beautiful
Rare as red rubies
Devastating all the same
I wish I could give it a name
Or a withered face to place the blame
It has become a blood sky
Within my mind's eye
Distracting and dangerous
If I gaze too long
The eclipse within myself
So beautiful but dangerous.
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Ink & Tears
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
