I was like in a roller coaster, and the peak of the ride was finished
now the wind was still harshly breezing through my hair, but it's not as painful as the peak
I stare outside the window, the raining had stopped, but the darkness of the sky remained
I desperately searched for the sun, but everything was nothing but grey for miles
I still feel like crying, for what felt like an eternity, sadness had consumed me
He has loosened his grip, my breathing had been restored
Yet I still feel his painful grip crushing me alive
I walk around the house to hear nothing but the endless screeching of those I live with
I think they caused this, their hatred-filled bellowing had damaged me, and they won't stop
I stepped outside, the vivid color of the enchanting viridian color of nature's hair was gone
It was replaced by the lifelessness of the world around it
The scenery that once brought me happiness is now depressing
Pretty much like me. But now I'm starting to feel the warmth of the sunlight yet again
Is it just false hope? Or is the sun truly rising
I can only hope that it's all over
it's probably not
but I can hope
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Reflections- a series of poems
PoetryTreat this like a mirror. An apparatus that gazes into the porcelain smiles we all wear every day. These poems are as cluttered and disorganized as that of the emotions we keep to ourselves, and to ourselves alone
