Fossilized in beds of time
Her memories stay silent,
No reason nor rhyme.
Her mind gone violent.
Pools of love
Now arid and dry,
No peace above,
Only longing sighs,
Hell below
Flames and fumes
From the mire
Bubbles up.
Boils.
Stokes her ire.
Decrescendo
Into dust
Fight she will,
Fight she must.
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Avenge The Broken Ones
PoetryThis is simply a collection of the poems I hurriedly scratch out around midnight. I usually write about whatever stokes my fancy at the moment - usually sad things, or ramblings about love. Depression and anxiety rule my life, so be prepared to exp...
