In the heart's void,
Where four chambers once destroyed,
Echoes of silence, oceans, and broken noise,
Whispers of healing, like a gentle breeze,
Finally getting a grip on me,
Soothing the scars, setting the soul at ease.
Emotions boiled, a delicate art,
Not many could understand or appreciate the heart,
Mending the broken, piece by part.
My heart and someone's,
Soon to be dancing in grace,
I choose you, the one: restart.
I'm healing the wounds, embracing the embrace,
I choose to be free of chains of dark,
I choose me in a thousand lifetimes and a thousand arcs.
My red moon covered by the dark eclipse,
Feel the heat of my cursed burning fingertips,
And hang like a thread on a weak branch,
Stick and get left stuck in my days of apocalypse.
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Phoenix
PoetryIn the world of poetry, words spin your head like pottery and sings you a melody, from deep and tarnished poems to resilience blooming roots, this collection of poems unfolds a jar of crowded emotions, as the main topic is resilience, the way to it...
