'Stumbling'
I'm stumbling in the dark trying to hold out for hope
But it seems to escape my heart.
Without it I'm just an empty shell.
Home is where I want to be.
Where is home once it's been destroyed?
Walking these streets with half a heart.
It stopped beating the day death came knocking.
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Poetry Portfolio Part One
PuisiA collection of Poems that wrote for an assignment for University. Would like to share. Thank you
