The smile I wear to mask my losing battles
Is much more potent than
The heart's outpouring cries.
The storms raging in my eyes,
Are subdued by a faint ghost of a smile,
Whispers in my mind, a constant hum,
A dull ache that covers me like a shroud.
I feel like I'm drowning,
Sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss.
I'm at the end of the cliff,
Suspended in mid-air, falling.
Amidst the freefall, the sky glistens,
Fragments of broken angel wings.
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Eunoia
ПоэзияA soul of a writer, a poet, an artist never dies they are immortal cause they carry a magic of ink splattered on paper. ♡♡♡ Somewhere deep there lies the raging ocean of emotions beneath us, So maybe tracing do...
