with no wood left, dead be the fire,
and tears of the sky, killed the desires,
blown by the wind, the light has lost,
sat alone, the body soon to frost,
I can still live, be glad to survive,
if he comes, in a blink of an eye,
with warmth in his touch, only I longed,
so, the shiver I feel, soon be gone.
but, why is death creaking the floor,
under each step it takes from the door?
fear to creep in, losing my prayer,
dreams of love, vanished into thin air,
sorrow will live, in all chambers of heart,
and at the seams, I fall apart,
with broken bones, pinning away,
withering, crumbling, on the grave I made.
no strength to turn things around,
neither courage, nowhere to be found,
in this room so dark, filled with ghosts,
of ones I had, who, to me unbeknownst,
chose their sides, left me in isolation,
facing despair, all frustrations,
but one will come, am I right?
to save my soul, soon to die.
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ghost town (Completed)
Poetry6th Poetry Anthology l have always wanted my 6th anthology to mirror my current life: dark, desolate, and filled with despair. It's a portrayal of wandering alone in an abandoned town, where escape is elusive, and the place threatens to consume you...
