I am lost to the blizzard
that torments me inside,
and I cannot escape—there's nowhere to hide—
for I'm a slave
to the maelstrom,
my wishes lost in the storm,
and my only hope
of redemption
is in the belief in myself
that's just waiting
to gradually form.
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Fragments
PoesíaPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.
⤞lost to the blizzard
I am lost to the blizzard
that torments me inside,
and I cannot escape—there's nowhere to hide—
for I'm a slave
to the maelstrom,
my wishes lost in the storm,
and my only hope
of redemption
is in the belief in myself
that's just waiting
to gradually form.