I've seen beautiful things,
But they're just as fleeting
As time.
Mountains and shorelines
Erode and humble,
Melt and crumble.
I've seen terrifyingly beautiful things.
Like wisdom beneath cracking skin,
But with Death waiting at the door.
Like Judas, nature turns away
Through bellowing thunder and quakes.
I've seen beautiful things.
Like the gentle touch of snow,
Until its touch burns
And wilts.
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The Words of a Shattered Soul
PoetryA collection of poetry from my tortured mind. It took every bone in my body to decide to start posting it... Pain in my chest bubbles to the surface With pain relief being found in the arms of a stranger, Rather than a lover. For the world is cruel...
