Wretched life
Etched pain across my chest
Spreading like a wild fire
That made my head explode
And yet through it all I stayed sane
The pain
Cause my eyes to bleed and
Heart to cry from the depths of its soul
If this is what fate put me to
Then I don't want to put my heart out again
There's no fire of anger, no azure heat
Just the weeping pond that reflected my childlike nature
Crying and bitter
Bitter to not ye but to thy own failure
Maybe I wasn't captivating
Had I not flaunted my feathers enough?
I'm not angry. Just dissapointed.
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Hopeless Poet
PoetryI write about the world. Her, him, the places of meaning, aggression, compassion, or human nature. TRIGGER WARNING !! some poems talk about s*elf harm and su*cide. Please do not read if you are sensitive to such topics. I will try to put a trigger...
