I open my arms and dropped to my knees~ begging for light~ nothing~
I hear just my pleas.
I ache and mourn for my lost beauty.
I start to fade..
my world cracks and crumbles as I walk..
I started to stumble..
my eyes are blinded by tears..
~ weeping~
I fumbled..
I cry out..
A firey moon adrupts..
I gasp..
It looked like a beautiful red jewel..
The flames roll around, like waves from an ocean..
Such loveliness!
What a vision!
~ I shout~
I run toward it..
no..
I was coasting,
as abruptly as it came.
How fast it left..
like that I fell face first..
pressing against the cold steal floor...
looking for something that will not be knocking at my door..
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Visions Of Spookielament
Poetrydark poetry for the dark hearts. .. if you ever feel like a freak accident you are not alone. I too have those emotional scars and some even physical reminder to never reach that level again..I write for how i feel at the moment. I have pstd. Depr...
