She was defeated.
Not by a giant,
But a monstrous evil;
of the thought of nothingness.
She went about,
Along the normalcy of her life,
But it was all a lie;
As it eats her inside.
She felt defeated.
Of not knowing;
Of not being able to breathe;
Of not being able to live.
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Danse Macabre
PoetryCollection of poem that delves with life and death. Questions of it, and people that are haunted by them. - Image cover by Natalia Drepina
