I am limped to those who trample me
Through sparks of timidity, I inquire
In times of shame, I hid from me
In times of malady, I require,
Wretched behaviour severs the self
I came to grasp an untimely truth
A mirror which holds the naked self
Bare-boned, morbid of the youth,
I am sore to those who relish me
Take pity for me, the empathy
As the skin peels from the dying flesh
With it, pours with bloody flash,
Faces: a mere amalgamated field
Portions of lies which fills its grass
As they lie across the grisly field
With comforting humour; riveting crass,
From here and the hereafter,
My weakness lives, a hugging friend
In useless life, a gentle friend
From here and the hereafter.
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A Float through Night Skies and Other Poems in Youth
PoesíaA Float Through Night Skies and other Poems in Youth is a poetry collection written from the eyes of an existential and disenfranchised youth. It details themes such as Love, Family, Loneliness, Desperation, Transcendence as well as Suicide. These p...
