Hearts
As cold as sleet
Beating frigidly
Within a desolated cavity
A wasteland of remembrance
Teetering on madness
Echoes thoughts of insanity
Where words
Vitriolic at best
Cuts deep
Beneath the soul
A place
Where beauty once lived
Lay ugly and abandoned...
And as winter creeps
Through cracks long forgotten
Love
Lies trampled
In the madness
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Fallen Stars
PoetryA collection of poetry, prose, brevity, musings, writings and chaotic scribbling from dachaoticmind.
