A gruff expression, monotone voice
Backs turned, the cornered rat
A cry for help echoed
Against the shattered glass
Darkened soul, swirling like a black hole
Breakable bond, severed by a silver tongue
Tattered emotions, lay in waiting on the murky surface
Come fight me face to face,
Or sulk in the shadows like you always do
Yet here I sit in the empty abyss
Picking away the splintered wood
Out of my calloused hands.
Watching my blood pool
Below my fractured soul
When will my salty tears
Cease to fall out my eyes.
When will these destructive acts,
Die like a forest fire.
Instead I pull up my damaged body
In hopes that my intentions never failed
That is to say that I had any real ones
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Darker Past, Brighter Future (Poetry Collection)
PoetryThis is a collection o poetry I've written for the last couple years and I wanted to create a book to not only store them in one place, but for others to read and enjoy. I've always thought poetry had to rhyme and have beautiful elements for people...
