Poetry has died —
All that lives now are the melodies of Misery.
She cries alone, cries in silence —
For none is there whom she can accompany.
Her voice echoes through the caves of the forests,
Ringing in the hearts of the children who died.
Does Doom listen?
Nay, he lists not.
Does Life listen?
Nay, she does not.
Misery alone listens to her own self —
There is no Prince Charming to come and save her.
She lives alone, absorbing the miseries of the world —
Yet none is there to listen to her misery.
She wilts and she wilts,
She withers and crumbles,
Yet, she does not erase away —
"Immortality is a curse."
The kids are not okay.
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blind portrayals (unedited)
Poetry~ me, myself and i ~ this is the first draft version. the edited version has been sent to a few publishing companies, so I wont be uploading it here. i will let it be known when (and if) the book does get published. if that does happen, I will take...
