Picked up only to be thrown away
Left writhing in the dust
A part of me forever gone
A wall torn apart, made of trust
Crawling in the dark
Crying out for help
Until I found a spark
The hole filled, love reborn
The sun arises
A crutch or new life?
Days elongate, nights wane
Fighting whats left of the pain
Light pierces the plume
Redesigning the miserable room
Beauty incarnate
Pill to kisses, dusk to dawn
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Night Writes
PoetryA collection of poetry in alphabetical order written throughout the worst period(s) of my life. This may never be added to or edited again. I only seem inspired when I'm at death's door.
