having everything
disassociating from you
and the world
a life once sprung from pain
left me alone
withering in vain
where to cry
is to weep
and darkness fills everything
i intended to keep
scraping and molding
succumbing to the grief
of what my soul was
yet is now deceased
mending,
tears spreading
growing like wounds bounded by the heart
saying—
"the fire isn't out!"
my innocence each day
battling,
and losing
in facing the next day
all is all,
imitating the arts
of the sad poets
isolation will be left
and buried deep
in my head
digging a hole and
finding it kept
soon enough,
bound to be dead.
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tu ángel de la guarda (your guardian angel)
Poetrya collection of poetry in english and spanish about adolescent love, despair, and feelings of hopelessness. these excerpts are from over the past couple years and have been created through the experiences of being young and embarking self-discovery...
