I'm living on borrowed time
I know this; this I know
I've no coherent thoughts
About which way that I should go
Like a broken record
Left in someone else's closet
It's sat there for so long
No one knows or cares who bought it
Like a little fish
Slowly swimming down
Separated from the others
As it starts to drown
Like a falling leaf
Covered in ash and soot
As it lands on charred grass
It gets trampled underfoot
Like a flower petal
Dainty as can be
Doomed to wilt and die alone
For all eternity
Left in broken silence
Left by those I love
Left to rot on burning ground
Left crumbling thereof
Left to deal with things solo
Where no one else can see
That carrying this heavy weight
Is slowly killing me
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My Poems
PoetryA bunch of poems that I've written on various topics. Most of them are a bit dark, so if you get triggered easily I wouldn't suggest reading them. The reason it's rated as mature is because I don't know whether it would be too much for certain audie...
