In the end
Stuck in an empty, barren space
I am lost within.
Sitting in silence
I am alone with my conscience.
Visions from my past float before my eyes
I remember my terrible sense-
Of what is just and what is wrong
I face the demons of my past-
Those innocently started acts of malice
The questions unanswered still haunt me
The thoughts that were misplaced flutter back into my memory
Unrealistic expectations still burden me
My wounds still bleed, I am not healed.
Stuck in an empty, barren space
I am lost within.
I grow cold,
My journey is at an end.
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Sorry excuse for poetry
PoesiaMy pathetic attempts at writing poetry. I know they are bad but I wanted to at least try. Feel free to judge and leave harsh comments.