Flames of agony lick my skin
And tears of distress spill over
My voice reaches deaf ears
And blind eyes search my soul
A hollow laugh espaces my lips
As reality finally sets in
They promised me peace and joy
But promises are meant to be broken
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PoetrySometimes some thoughts keep bugging me or when life gets too much for me, writing is my relief. All the thoughts or emotions that try to consume me ; I write them and as my fingers dance over the keyboard I find peace. These writings are a glimpse...
