on the precipice of it all
nothing but a cage of bones
(as you think of me)
no voice of my own
yet here you are
holding my voice
as your candle flame
even when you know
it flickers and dies.
speak for yourself
i am with a lock on mouth
and in the grave
you buried me in
and when you remember me
i feel haunted inside
you let me down
and i can't see you anymore
with your blood in my eyes.
i am sorry, you say
it means nothing anyway
i am bundled in your chains
free me, can you
you can't, it is the truth
such is the sharpened knife
ladened with poison
of a child trapped within
killing you again and again
(as you think of me)
the same way you killed me
from the inside.
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Aruni
Poetryher name is Aruni. and like the sun, she will rise after the dark and let every sunrise find her different. ・✫・゜・。. poetry tellings of a fictional character that span across the random times of her life. [Readers' discretio...
