Weary and beaten down
I watch the day melt into night.
Shades of red, pink, yellow,
Dissolving into blue, slowly turning black.
The sky mirrored my bruises,
Throbbing like the drum of my heartbeat in my ears.
Until darkness softly descends,
Like a blanket covering my wounds.
And I curl up into this faithful companion of mine,
Me and my pool of tears.
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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.
