Tears became a friend, not a foe, but a shoulder.
Broken was a destination, not a builder, but a holder.
A shattered dark hole that kills with every breath.
Buried beneath toxins and unregistered death.
A slip around the neck became a vision, a desire.
As thoughts of wanting to rest pushed forth, conspire,
Fear becomes a ruler in that not of sanity
Struggle cradles the soul, bottle-fed tragedy.
A story that's been told by so many voices.
A riddled path, fiery devotion.
As the mind is plagued by beatings, pain.
The only regret is taught overstuffed shame.
River flow-- waterfall of beauty,
But what is a beacon?
That literally knows all
As living became a treading story
Our beloved Perfect Downfall...
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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...
