Endless echoes
This void of hurt gets darker.
As tiny little insects crawl up my sleeves.. The soul of my feet gets harder and deeper.
Flapping sounds passing my torso as i struggle to reach the surface.
This journey seems longer and farther every time I choose to take a step.
As i ponder upon the horrors of tomorrow that will soon be on my step.
b
ut no door to open for I'm as empty as a shell left by the shores of the damp desert I should be.
No table to rest my feet or no bed to lay my sorrows...
Just a day hoping for the best and waiting anxiously for the proceeding horrors of tomorrow..
Don't judge me because I'm not what you expected....
I might be crawling a troublesome strode,
But without battle your never a true solider.
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DEEP POETRY
RandomThis book has poetry for all people of all kinds.It was mainly written for people with a deep and creative mind.You can message me if you want me to write a poem about a certain situation that you have experienced.
