TW- Implied being stabbed and imagery of blood and death.
Anxiety wrapped around the wounded boy
Ripping the circulation from his fingers.
Blue and purple skies
Fall into Red Moons.
The Moons like his eyes that were
Squeezed so tightly
Or were they full rather than new?
His soul was wailing rather than waxing
Was the river of crimson enough to satisfy the angered thirst of the world?
Were the stars dancing in his vision
The same as the ones decorating
The sky of nothingness?
The void.
The void like the one in his heart.
Or maybe of this place
Of his reminding regrets?
A void created by his own choices
The fear of being
Useless.
The fear of letting this be the position be
Of anyone else.
The fear of losing another
Like losing the petals of a flower
He didn't know he held.
The delicate petals falling beneath him
Burning into liquid once more.
He felt like death had looked him in the eyes,
But only to find him:
Disappointed.
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Poems of an Interesting Mind
FantasyHello you have come upon my poems. My poems are based off of many things, my stories, dreams, an object, real events, or even scenery. I try to make my poems rhyme but some won't. Also please don't steal any of my poems I worked very hard on them. ...
