The tires screeched on the cliff end,
I sprawled over this mess;
having climbed pathways;
spent nights in the tunnels which;
led to the abyss
yet,
refused to ignite my fall.
.
What has my wretched hands taken a vow of?
who would want to live,
if not, a madman at the brink;
Singing ballads of the past, wrenched around my throat.
.
Who bound these earths of regret?
Upon my mortal;
upon my malnourished legs
.
They wont let me take the leap;
the keys to the closets that took me home;
I left in the car; burning,
now a wolf staring at my juicy flesh
all left inside;
a decaying husk,
and wishes; moulded upon the clay of the sky
to be a shooting star.
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Mirror Of Me | Poetry ✔
Poetry[a poetry collection] a dance to the fleeting emotions, notes to the music of life, a story of everything felt and told yet still, so many stories; so very untold. Of nights spent in solace of people so much more. Rankings: 🥇#poetry...
