She was full of life
Full of hope
and dreams
The world was her playground
She fell and no one caught her
She fell again and again yet no one caught her
Death saw her broken
Hurt
And kissed her wounds
He Stitched her up
Made her anew
She grabbed his hand
And was led into the darkness
That once scared her
Became her saving grace
It became her comfort
What was once blooming in the light
Has grown in the dark
The moon and the stars raised her
The sun burned her
She was bound in
The debt death gave her
No signs of life
Just the feeling of
The cold
against her cheeks
Art by: Victor Nizovtsev
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Why my soul is tired
PoetryThe struggle of dealing with life as a whole leading up to the reason why your soul feels worn out. The poems are events, things, feelings that Need light showered upon them. A truth that is hard to face A transcript of everything left unsaid...
