Lay me down in the cold earth,
Without the light of even a spark,
At a loss for joyous mirth,
I've grown accustom to the dark
The flowers that once grew in my chest,
Have long been picked for your bouquet,
So lay me to my final rest,
No longer something special for your display
It started with me clawing for air,
Until my blood was all I had to give,
You took your fair share,
Yet I was told to forget and forgive
I was silent in my place,
Exactly how you wanted me,
A shadow of happiness and grace,
The anger inside, no one would ever see
Your greatest loss was me not being someone you could save,
But my greatest loss will forever be,
The part of me I put in the grave,
Before Life had the chance to set me free
-JackQ, written July 24th 2024
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The Kalopsia Poet's Collection
PoezieCarpe Diem ~ Sieze the day "We do not read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race... and the human race is filled with passion." - John Keating D.P.S This is a book of poems I wrote, en...
