'Twas a different dusk today.
The sharp, flat daggers of clouds
Pierced through the veins of the sky
Leaving bruises, yellows melting into
Reds, and purples, slowly turning black,
Bleeding into the ocean
Whose waves took dying breaths.
Taking defeated, dying,
Numb steps toward the shore,
Where I sit and watch
The poignant, achingly beautiful end,
Mirroring my state of being.
A poetic end.
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THE AGONIZED MIND
PoetryA short collection of observations and feelings from the eyes of an introvert written in the form of poems. Warning: may be triggering for suicidal or depressed people.
