Streets of emptiness I'm heading,
Finding a house, not a home,
A house with no foundation,
A house full of darkness.
Every night I pray for home, a prayer that I am begging. That I haven't felt for a long time. A time of long alleys and of a frail bridge, towards the begged reborn of light.
I think I am lost, crying in the corners of lost opportunities. Dying for feeling belong and beloved. Oh, my haven where are you now? I'm dragged below darkness, like drowning in the deepest trench. Scared and uncertain, if I float above my tears, or if I drown below my fears.
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Galaxies of Feelings
PoetryWriting is a form of expression of feelings bearing your mind's creative and imaginative thinking and your heart's desire to showcase your art and share the wonders of every letter spoken. Poetry is a type that does the readers an imaginative feeli...
