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Here's a poem from a lonely soul.
A fiddle that's incomplete.
When everything runs in two's,
A lonely soul runs between.
A place near not called home,
It's a struggle day by day.
It's even harder when that lonely soul
Loses its way.
When mountains break down and create beautiful grains of sand.
Volcanoes erupt beneath water creating bodies of land.
Rain trickles from skies and quenches ground thirst.
As we all know every ocean is god's purse.
Unlucky battles of sweet justice tell no lie
But all that repeats in a lonely soul's head is why?
Why is the sky blue?
Why does the sun shine?
Why does my heartbeat hurt?
Why won't I die?
You know a lonely soul knows the darkest of objects might.
Yet, a lonely soul lacks happiness in sight.
Those silly dreams and romantic movies.
They're not beautiful, yes why?
They're a constant reminder of the lonely soul, a reason to cry.
Love is eternal, it's a good thing to gain...
To a lonely soul like mine, we tend to remember only pain...
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Darkness Within Light
PoetryA book of Poetry. A time in my life where nothing made sense and the only thing, I had to speak my truth was my keyboard or my pencil. These poems are all written as a piece of me. I'm sharing these with you. Read them at your own risk. This is when...
