*TRIGGER WARNING*
My heart plummets towards the ground,
Breaking open.
Glass shards lie in the snow,
My mind is frozen.
Shattered self,
Disharmonized pieces.
My soul is bleached,
As my anguish increases.
Tormented by dreams,
Now turned nightmares,
I'm locked in an ice palace,
Face stained with dried tears.
Thunderbolts strike me,
Although the shock is now a mild sting.
They slowly fade away,
As I'm cut from these strings.
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𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀
Poetryeunoia [ yoo - noy - uh ] · Greek (n.) a pure and well balanced mind. a good spirit. "Beautiful Thinking" highest rankings: #24 in poetry #24 in poetrycollection #5 in think #1 in haiku #15 in feel