poem...8 I think?
I was Rage before I became Nothingness
vaporizing the ocean with gamma rays
And when you arrived, hoping to harness
The scorching fluid trapped in my gaze
I am glowing, as my lashes glisten
beneath the tired moonlight
Delight me, in this sacred prison
fulfill my wishes of great height
Sweat dripping down my temples
This heat is far too severe
The temperature is a tempest of fire
Save me, release me from here
Eroded boundaries finally came to life
As the abyss consumes the decisive fight
A collision of stars erupted from this body
as you touched the disappearing light
Of stories told, stories taken
Of ashes old, ashes given
You held me close, as I felt you leave
Through the last efforts, the final heave
The phoenix inside me bursts into flames
As you mutter some of these words,
"My love, go to sleep. You've already done so much."
What am I supposed to do afterward?
Your blackened skin dusted away
When I finally gained control
The dreams we've built has faded away
Yet you bridged the gaps of my broken soul
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Exiled Dreamers
PoetryA collection of poems I've written. The title means we're just dreamers who have yearned of merely dreaming and shutting off everything around us. Yet the harsh reality forcefully expels us from this source of happiness of ours. My poetry encompasse...
