bleeding is all I am & you can glimpse me under the darkness of night
sliding in dust, showing without an invite
with the vast sky, tonight my pen will write
things that were never been in sight
begging to grasp a feeling to be loved
a flesh of humiliation was hummed
am I worthy? perhaps not, the origin I was shrugged
silently swallowing the pill of being robbed
then someone came — with grace and sword in her hand "oh, a knight"
whispering words that hold delight
the dead soul in me is now ignite
healing the wounds & shielding me with all her might
that she was me
it was I — all along that saved me from drowning
even I, certainly don't know how to swim.
𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣
🥀 the image above is from Pinterest
🥀 this is my inspired piece
🥀 01.10.2023
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𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬
PoetryThis is composed of written thoughts and feelings that are buried in our minds. It comprises various components that could able to bring up.
