Often I feel myself falling
Into a vastness,
An empty, desolate
Room.
Often I wish for a spark
That might
Be more than a hellish,
Lonely
Burning flame.
Often I lament like a
Star, Lightyears away
From company,
Waiting to explode.
Often I want wings to
Drift into the sky
Forever more.
Because I know there's no place
For me to belong,
Since I have only
A shadow of a heart.
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Poesy and Prose
PoetryContaining songs, dreams, poems, and prose, this is a collection of my inner-most ramblings. When I need to unwind, I write.
