The ache of my body isn't strange,
No one else can move me, the notes fell with age.
I pretend that I listen, the starry eyes, the bland of my sorrow,
Visual thought occupied my protected mind, someone threw an arrow.
I have no authority over my anguishing actions,
I have no ability, I lost my crown in one of my wars,
Could I write about my wars,
I etched my poems with unspoken scars.
Some soldiers craved holes in the back and heart,
When I glanced again, I found the familiarity,
They were my home once, they were with guns in my normality.
I dropped salty falls, I saw them bury that little girl that I knew,
They were with hammer and sticking spikes because I'm not something new.
I tried with screams, but they didn't even move their skin, their sighs felt like a knife,
I'm full of black and hatred, memories shoot me daily, I want to run beyond your glass,
Cause there I'll commence with a life.
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Beyond The Glass
PoetryBeyond the Glass is a poetic storytelling about two people who find each other and promise to stay together until the door closes, but the walls between them are large. The poems are written from the woman's point of view. They capture her raw hone...
