Caught in the dark where risks are not an option to be taken. Vulnerable cuts wounded the sensitive skin of the mistaken. All the children escaped their cells of gold, they waited for the day they were old. The yesterday of darkness was more full of light than the today; miserable shouts from afar were heard...lifeless.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
