"I cannot sleep,
I cannot breathe
How imperfect,
Incomplete
Drown myself in darkened water
Pollution taking over me
Maybe if I chained myself
Against a wall
My body can slowly fall apart
And create a new character to replace me
Perhaps she'll be more careful
And shape this world more perfectly
While I rot and die
As softly as I can
Withering away..."
~ yours truly,
Esmeray
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The Secret Oeuvre of a Ghost Named Esmeray
PoetryI was a human just like you once. A soul. I had lived a life brimmed with flowers that could glow love, had a fire within me to bring others warmth. I once had a family that cherished me, and accepted me. I had the spirit of a child, with many stori...
