I woke up in a shell.. Been living like hell.
Walked in a sailor..
My shell..
Kept on his slacks and it fell.
Picked up by a voyager..
Before I knew it, he's off to the next transit..
Without me in it.
I've neared a point of station..
I looked out for a leap of hope.
Worked wonders..
Until it's all but a figment of my imagination.
My shell.. Cracked and chipped.
A vision can only tell how it used to be.
In loose and barren keep,
I hold close the sting.
Home is too elusive for me, isn't it?
I give.. With all that's left in me..
But it seems like I could do more tears..
My shell..
Crooked and broken..
I close my eyes..
I am broken in the open;
Numbed and bruised,
Ugly and used.
I sing for my soul an elegy..
I embrace my knees and I sleep..
My shell..
In cry lullaby I am closing it.
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HeraoftheUniverse
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When She Stirs
PoetryThere will be a time where you choose to cease so you could commence a higher birth of existence. This one's for those who have felt a dying persona due to conflicts of the spirit, a troubled heart and a mind of chaos. Afflictions exist to mold a be...
