on the tightrope, I'm walking all alone,
I start to feel my shaking bones,
my sight was locked straight at the end,
I'm about to fall, but I know I can't,
damsels are disstressed, so am I,
but I still have remaining passion to fly,
even if I'm a broken-winged bird,
I'm getting used to every hurt.
stones from his mouth, hit by her truth,
they yelled so loud, shall I disown you?
watch me stand tall at the precipice,
I see jumping off might find me peace,
if someone can't take me as their son,
all because of who I have become,
sure, I will perish before your eyes,
then you will see me shining in the sky.
I'm furiously mad to the fact,
that I can't keep my heart intact,
if life's full of thorns, so be the rose,
and I will, on the path that I chose,
even if I get lost in the dark,
be in the middle of a surprise war,
I will escape this ghost town,
time to change myself now.
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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...
