A storm is brewing,
In the depths of my soul,
As pain and anguish,
Seeps through my veins so cold.
A broken heart,
Bleeds its tears,
As thoughts of regret,
Clamor in the dark.
I seek refuge,
In the arms of a friend,
To calm my heart,
And bring an end to this pain.
But in the night,
When all is still,
It's all too clear,
That this is my apocalypse.
----★----
This started off as being inspired by Apocalypse by Cigarettes After Sex but then I changed some of the lines
Dec. 31, 2023
YOU ARE READING
𝐎𝐡, 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥.
PoetryMy soul speaks as my soul will. Do not silence it. Some of those poems are just for fun but in the end, they were all written by me, so please don't take any credit from them 1k reads on 24.02.24
