Where can I even begin?
I keep circling in this place,
And the darkness leads me nowhere,
Ensnaring me in its deep depths.
I kneel here at the bottom of the well,
Looking up at the top with tear-stained eyes,
My vision blurring as I bleakly gaze above,
Wondering when life's beauty will return.
They broke me. The betrayers.
They snapped my bones and strained me,
Dumping me into the dark abyss below.
They never meant to, but they did
Because the parts my heart, gifted to them,
Were mistaken as theirs, and they hated it all,
So they trashed it thinking they trashed themselves.
But all they did was tear me apart,
Ruining my love and reducing me to rubble
As they lost me, losing sight of my broken body
As they let me remain down here, alone.
They've already forgotten and fallen away,
Fleeing to the tasks that tap at their mind
Like relentless ravens pecking at their brains.
Only I wait here, clawing and scratching at bricks,
Trying to scale the walls of this hopeless space.
I try to cry out, but my wavering voice turns into a warble,
Weakly dissipating before it reaches the arching sky.
I fall apart again as my false confidence caves in,
The hours lapsing into each other as despair persists.
If only someone would remember.
If only a person could save me.
Maybe then, I could touch the sky one last time.
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Rose, Prose, Poetry
PoetryExploring topics of love, limerence, grief, and everything in between, this is a collection of 100 poems written over a year. The works both reflect inner emotions and outward connections, attempting to capture the interconnected nature of the worl...
