This world is full of beautiful things
Yet my life has gone stagnant.
Am I to blame for the slow changing of the seasons?
Is it because I live in fear that life has turned out this way?
It has to be,
But how do I escape this fear that has a crushing hold on my throat
How do I overcome this and not be afraid anymore?
And though I would never wish it on anyone,
There has to be something
Someone out there that feels the same way I do.
That's gone through the same, horrifying things I had to endure myself.
Whether it be a complacent god or a singular soul like mine
Tell me..
Tell me that I am not alone
-A.U
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Letters Unwritten
PoetryA collection of poems and words I've left unsaid. from my questioning of higher powers to terrible experiences. I hope in some way, my words and thoughts could be relatable to the world.
