i have reached the point
where i can no longer
reach something.
i became an empty soul
with a lonely song
to light the candle of my life.
a weak fire, orange, and red.
i'm just waiting for death
to serenade me
from the window of the afterlife.
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White Heat's Grave (Poetry Collection)
PoetryThis book contains an assemblage of brief free-verse poems that express my views and experiences. It encompasses eighteen years of my life and a particular manifestation of melancholy. All poems created and shared were original. Any unauthorized use...
