I mourned the death of my past,
the wiser man I once was,
and the potential that was ignited
died as fine ashes in the end;
with gone were flourishing days,
as growth trapped in a blurry haze,
I found rust on my shiniest wheels,
and all I've hardly earned is what it kills.
the power I gained through the storms,
shrank and lost its final form,
and all who once had faith in me—
their leaving stroked my heart to bleed;
then I look at the stars who led my way,
and asked why I had gone astray,
and how darkness ate all the lights,
for gloom to run loose in my head each night.
so here I watch my castle crumbling down,
with tears—to my ears it fell with no sound,
as all starts to leave me behind,
maybe I'm not meant to shine;
here I lie on the cold ground alone,
with this crippling pain deep in my bones,
but if the sun rises in the east,
may it light a trail of hope back into me.
— JAYVIE
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that feeling every night (Completed)
Poetry5th Poetry Anthology a compilation of diary entries, but in the most poetic way possible. I'm glad I can share these emotions with you, even if they capture the unhappy moments in my life - that feeling every night. 🩶 Date Published: August 16, 2023
