i walked backwards, facing hell,
and i set the world on fire,
realizing the mistakes i made,
i will never come to admire,
i wanted to say so many things
but where do i begin?
do i start with the hope flaring inside me
is starting to go dim?
i've started adding lines
on the palm of my hand—
bleeding, hidden behind my back,
and a chaotic world i've grown tired to understand,
i thought i'd keep it hidden,
but the scars are starting to be noticed
people have been asking me what's wrong,
thankfully i've prepared words to say for this,
the world may be ending
inside this dark and miserable head,
still, i fear i might be too much
and end up saying nothing much of what's to be said,
and so i remain silent
as i watch my world burn down,
"what a shame, my life's falling apart,"
i say as the ashes of my life settle on the ground.
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a hurricane of blues | poetry book 2 ✔
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