Sanctuary [Poetry]

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dark sky with bubbles appearing,
each carries burden too much
for us. even for the gods.

and the gods are all but
myths and fake salvation,
existing to keep us sane.

the world is a big bubble
and we're just dust particles -
we're barely creations.

the rain brings acid,
burning our skin,
and we lost a part of
ourselves
every time.

and we hurt our own,
opening our veins,
checking if we're
worth the try.

only to see that
we don't.