-A Pull, A Tear, Withering at the seams-
"Oh, how the electric pulse of despair pulls me into the abyss!"
He clutched his chest, as if the shock were truly there.
"This tragedy, this mistake! A monstrosity so bleak, how the very fabric of existence unravels at its peak!"
"They leave us behind. They leave us abandoned in the fading echoes of lost dreams."
He closed his eyes, reminiscing about the past and recalling the present.
"And now! I envy those who are pulled ahead while I am pulled to ruins!"
"I stare into the void. Dark and grey. Empty. Just as my soul."
His eyes fluttered open to reveal the emptiness inside.
"I feel nothing!"
"I envy those who feel! Who feel emotions and desires! While I am left feeling nothing but the dark pull of despair."
His tears mixed with dust.
"Withering, withering, withering away!"
"This immense pull tugs at me and tears me away from reality."
He reached for the sky, reaching for the stars.
"Are we just puppets? Pawns in this mad world?"
"Withering and withering! Withering at the seams! Despair and sorrow! Desire and a desperate plea!"
"Please, please help me!"
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Threads of Reality: A Poetry Collection
PoetryA collection of Introspective poetry mostly about battling inner thoughts. Give me either a theme, color, topic, emotion, or an action and I'll write a poem dedicated to you based on what you tell me! Just tell me if you want it about a man or woman...
