Hollowness consumes your heart,
Makes it so hard to start,
Loving what you once loved,
And blame every other devil.
No don't keep down your sword,
Don't give up on your quest just yet,
Your kingdom is the one you built,
With all your blood sweat and tears,
So you'll have to get it back,
You'll have to get it back what’s your.
No more stories of heros to comfort,
The lullabies are the cruelest words,
But as bitter as it may be and hurt,
You'll have to strike back once more.
And think of it as a grave mistake,
If you just decide to leave today,
No one will save this one for you,
The life will show you all but not sympathy.
For it may sound so sweet at the end,
The journey is the one you should take,
And write it down in your journal,
As a story you would never give up.
So maybe one day all these walls,
Would come crumbling down,
And you'll be left with a clearer view,
Of your beloved sea.
But until then, just until then,
Find inside you the strength,
To hold on to the desire to fight,
And get back what's yours tonight.
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Our Violet Walls
PoetryBook #1 in the 'Coloured After Party' Poetry Series. 'Coloured After Party' is my second poetry series after my debut one known as 'If Only Happiness...' When everyone leaves, the night gets lonely with every passing minute. Keeping us in dilemma of...
