I'm still waiting,
lost in a symphony of sorrow,
holding out for
the requiem
of a dark and lonely
tomorrow;
I'm burnt in ashes,
charcoal grey within
a shattered heart,
aware that redemption
will happen
long after we depart;
I'm tangled heartstrings,
weighted by these
echoes lies,
and while I'm
ensnared by this
distant entanglement,
I cannot ever hope
to rise.
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Fragments
PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.
