thoughts [poetry book vol. 1]

44 // masterpiece

44 // MASTERPIECE

Born from the truth, shaped by allure,
A vision sprouted from the air meeting with the sea.
Embracing all imperfections - some loud, but always true,
Through doubting spectators, I have set myself free.

After the raw carnage, things have changed;
My ears are now ringing—some constant alarms,
Hoping to release this chaos by the fire,
Welcomed by visitors and their open arms.

I sit in the emptiness of the winding road,
Dressed in shame, disturbed by reality,
Tracing each memory, helping myself breathe,
Drenched in my sweat and my own mortality.

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