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along the dotted line,
they said, don't go along the bold.
oh, but this paper is mine,
i said, and did not do as told.
now here i go, and oh so deep,
i shall make my mark.
this paper's ink began to seep,
not light and bright, but dark.
stinging, burning, catching fire,
my tears called out by pain.
so i wait for eyes to tire,
silent sorrow in endless rain.
YOU ARE READING
desolation
Poetrydes·o·la·tion ˌdesəˈlāSH(ə)n/ noun a state of complete emptiness or destruction. anguished misery or loneliness. just a book of my inner thoughts, feelings, and observations TRIGGER WARNING: may include eating disorders, self harm, alcoholism, suici...
