This song and me...
We've been through a lot of things together.
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The poet's heart once filled with passion
a soul that longed for beauty
Fell victim to the weight of the world
hidden things that eyes couldn't see
A tragic tale of shattered dreams and hope
The pain of the heart, the struggle to cope
"The poet's mind is a tempest
the darkness, a suffocating endless.
Rough waters and winds come to play
a compass of emptiness and dismay.
skies that echo with silence,
Her storm inside is a violence."
The verses haunted, she cannot seem to fight
A place of hopelessness
where there is no compromise
Tossed by emotions, "dying of the light"
The deep cuts of depression, a bleeding heart
A wound that will never fully heal,
forever torn a part
The emptiness of the soul, a hollow victory
a bittersweet taste of death, from pain a releasing
That rages deep within her soul
A tumult of tears, a torrent of unbearable
The poet's heart aches to be free
From the prison of her mind
Inside she's screaming
The suicide note, a final farewell
A testament to the pain that one felt
The sadness of the survivors, a broken embrace
a wound that will never fully close, a place of pain.
The memories, a haunting melody
A reminder of the loss, a painful legacy
I wasn't going to share it..
But nonetheless ..this one belongs here
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryBroken poetry. Imperfect and I don't care to be anything different. My vices, my struggles.
