parts of me I gave away have start to rot,
fingers once entwined start to slip away,
they twist and turn under the warmth of my embrace,
to escape the shackles of these confines,
lower my heart sinks, heavy as stone,
weighing me down, the beats get slower,
as I gasp and tremble, the grip loosens,
like cold breeze of winter nights, they fall, like autumn leaves,
wailing became louder as I lay on the land,
frail and fragile, taking my final breath,
the last glimpse of their shadow catches my eye,
heavier they get as I feel my chest tighten,
receding footsteps as I lay stranded,
lifeless and blue, I wait for the earth to swallow me whole,
peaceful and serene the embrace of death,
I return to dirt.
~V
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Beauty In Chaos
Poetry"People came and went on and on But she stayed still, lost in her thoughts She knew she was drowning in the ocean of loneliness But never tried to escape, to push away those thoughts" ♡ There's beauty in profanity, there's beauty in Chaos ♡
