My blood boils as the world burns.
I placed my withered lips into a thin line,
dark eyes blazing, an edge lined to my voice.
Living in a time I barely recognize.
Tranquility swelters,
trying to carry the conversation but my
fractured ego dances in and out of this body
as they dig their hatred into my skin.
I lost myself all over again,
a battered shield in my arms,
skin throbbing with heat.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poesía#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
