dirty and full of broken glass ..wonder if this will last..look through me and the past ...all you see is a reflection of you..what do you have to say to the identical you? eyes closed to only a few..breath kissing me like morning dew .. Like Walking throughout the humid air ..wet layer on my pale skin. Finally dancing but only within ...I run my fingers in the soil...damaged knees and ignored pleas..I just need to be happy .. Trying not to be sappy..I shout up to the gods wishing for a sign... You can fix the blind but helping me is a crime? Disowned from the world ... I lay defeated ...alone ... Unnoticed ..
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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...
