Feelings tarnished and ripped apart to shreds
The very soul consumed by eternal darkness
The yesteryears an enduring act of torment
Yet a way to liberation does exist
Not the easiest though nor the most colorful
Sometimes the very Monster needs
To be shown kindness in response
to blaming for this nauseating nightmare
And finding the path of Light once again
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Short Shots !!
PoetryThere are times when I have those brief moments of 'Clarity' and the words just flow from the pen onto the paper. A collections of short writes. Could be just a thought or poetry. One might stumble upon a prose as well.
