They make it seem like she is violently destructive,
a failure destroying everything that she touches.
It's a dismal downcast that makes her question
everything that she does. She is sorrowful
and she wonders when she will get out.
It's a windpipe carved, etched,
and furrowed with nothing to do but blink.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#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...
